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We're gonna have a fucking baby

Kendall Roy x f!reader (Smut) 3.2k word count

Summary: After spending the day with Kendall and his two kids, Kendall admits he frequently fantasizes about having another baby with you. This conversation quickly leads to an intimate night of him trying to make that happen.

“I mean, is this all my life is y/n? Forty years of fucking up”.

“Ken, your life is forty years of being an amazing older brother, a hardworking son, and a great dad! Maybe with a few hiccups along the way but…who's counting?” you exclaimed as you placed a fresh cup of coffee in front of your emotionless boyfriend. His large eyes staring back at his reflection in the black liquid.

“The press is counting, my family is fucking counting. And you don’t have to lie y/n, I know I am neglectful in all those relationships. Especially with my kids” he roughly remarked.

For weeks you had been pushing the idea of Kendall spending more time with his kids. Whenever he had a day off you would throw out suggestions like, “Hey Ken, the weathers great! Maybe we should bring Sophia and Iverson to Central Park.” Or “NYC has so many museums, we should take Sophia to the ballet, and Iverson to the Hall of Science”. Never intending to make Kendall feel like a deadbeat dad. You knew how he admired his kids. Occasionally he just needed a little push to be there for them.

Due to Kendall’s lackluster attitude you figured today wasn’t the day to ask kendall if he wanted to make plans with his kids. Maybe it was the warm Saturday morning air flooding the usually chilling apartment, or the fact that Kendall was finally not in the office on a weekend but you just had to throw out the idea one more time. “Ken, I know you're having a rough day” you said softly as you reached out to squeeze his open hand. “But maybe not being cooped up in the office or your apartment will make you feel better-”

“Look, I know where you're going with this y/n and I’m not going to another one of your fucking pilates classes.” Kendall directly cutting off your sentence before you could finish. You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend's consistent apathy.

“Damn, but I just love seeing you so worked up and sweaty” you retort. “No Ken, I was going to say, why don't we take Sophia and Iverson to the zoo today?” you cheerfully presented. To your surprise Kendalls eyes nearly seemed to light up at the word “zoo” as if something clicked inside of him, almost breaking his depressive state. Kendall responded with a quick “let me call Rava”.

You watched the rows of skyscrapers pass as you and Kendall sat in suffocating silence on the way to Rava’s apartment. Kendall fidgeted in his seat, pulling on his t-shirt, mindlessly switching between apps on his phone before eventually letting out a quiet “you know, you don't have to come if you don't want to y/n, I can pick them up by myself if it makes you more comfortable.” You placed your hand gently on his upper thigh giving a light squeeze as you explained. “Ken, it's really okay. I mean she's the mother of your children! We can't exactly avoid each other forever.” you said, showing a soft smile to assure Kendall of your confidence. Honestly, you and Rava got along fine. Although she was slow to warm up to you, you never took it personally. Who wouldn't be cautious of their drug addict, ex husbands, new girlfriend. Over time her cold demeanor shifted as you two began having small conversations whenever she would pick the kids up. You almost admired Rava in a way. She was beautiful, always looked elegantly put together, successful in her career, and she was an amazing mother. Everything you secretly hoped to one day be for Kendall.

As the car pulled up to Rava’s apartment you mind began to picture how your future might look with Kendall if things continued at the pace they were. Of course, Kendall had joked many times about getting you pregnant and running away together to get married. But you two never had a real discussion about what you saw for your future. You couldn't help but occasionally daydream of you and Kendall standing in an empty room deciding between sage green or soft peach, paint swatches for a nursery. Or rocking your baby to sleep as Kendall softly wrapped his arms around your waist, humming gently in your ear.

Your mind wandered further into your maternal daydream as your day at the zoo went on. Observing how patient and gentle Kendall was Iverson and how lovingly he doted on Sophia, had your heart skipping beats every minute. Making sure to capture hundreds of photos of all the adorable moments. Kendall typically only showed his love in undisclosed ways but with his children it was on full display.

As you and Iverson stared into a tank of swimming otters counting each one that passed, Kendall realized for the first time in weeks he didn’t feel like the world was collapsing in on him. There was something reassuring about watching you point out different frog species with Iverson and hold hands with Sophia, skipping together to each animal. Everytime he heard one of his kids yell “Dad, come look!” served as a reminder that he still had people in his life who cared about him. Who needed him.

Kendalls wandering thoughts were interrupted by a small tug on his sleeve and he looked down to find his daughter sweetly beaming up at him.

“What's up Princess? Are you having a good time?”

“Dad! y/n is so cool and you’re always happier when you're with her!” The young girl exclaimed.

Kendalls entire demeanor softened, and he kneeled down to wrap his arms around Sophia. Hearing those words nearly broke his heart. He was highly aware he wasn’t always at his best when around his kids, but he always tried to fake it for Sophia and Iverson. The fact that his kids could see past the facade made him sick. Just another reminder of the ways he was becoming like his father.

Kendall attempted to hide his shame from Sophia, responding smoothly “Yeah Soph, I guess you’re right about that. Lucky for us, I think y/n is here to stay.” In spite of her fathers hopefully tone, Sophia was hardly a young kid anymore and she could still see the fragment of sadness Kendall felt. She pleaded further “Please dad! y/n is the best! I want her around forever!”. After his divorce Kendall decided remarrying was out of the question for him. The thought of being like his dad; multiple wives with kids he ignored from each, practically gave him nightmares. However, Kendall couldn’t deny that when he met you, his mindset instantly changed. Within only a few months the thought of you having his child definitely crossed his mind more than once. He would catch himself picturing moments like you handing him a pregnancy test with a bright ‘+’ result. Staring up at him with your soft eyes anticipating his reaction. How he would scoop you up in his arms and yell “we're having a baby!” kissing you all over and reminding you how he would take care of you forever. Nonetheless, he always pushed those thoughts aside and never revealed how he really dreamed of you two ending up. The press already had a field day with your age gap, you were really starting to build momentum in your career and the last thing he ever wanted to do was make you feel trapped.

That night you and Kendall sat snuggling on the couch, scrolling through all of the silly photos taken throughout the day. You felt especially safe wrapped in Kendall's arms tonight. Assuming it was just the effects of getting to see Kendalls paternal instincts. He left gentle pecks along your forehead while giggling at every photo of Iverson and Sophia posing with the animals. The effortless time with his kids paired now with your warm body cuddled on top of him reliving the memories was already filling him with a mellow nostalgia.

As you scrolled past a selfie of you kissing Kendall on the cheek you giggled “we would make such cute babies.” Instantly Kendalls ears perked up seeing as he was the one usually joking about making babies.

“Are you kidding? Our kids would be like the next super model, techno DJ, fucking ultra geniuses!”

You expected Kendall to have to have such a teasing reaction but honestly you were being serious.

“Fuck yeah they would!” you joked back, pressing a peck to your boyfriend's lips. Kendall quickly deepened the kiss before pulling back to look at you.

“Did I ever tell you how sexy I think you would look pregnant?” Kendall whispered. “What? Omg Kendall no! You have never told me that” you laughed.

“Come on. What do you think… I think about after I cum in you?” he said with a large grin.

“Ken I- are you serious? Do you really think about you?”

Despite the giggle you let out as you asked, you knew Kendall caught on to the trace of hopefulness behind your question.

“Uh of course, I think about how fucking beautiful my girlfriend would be with my child, yeah.” Kendall assured.

Your heart was nearly pounding out of your chest. Despite being unsure if Kendall was being honest or simply pulling your heartstrings hearing him say those words was making you melt deeper into his arms.

“Mm really? How often?” you teased, hoping to gather more confirmation that Kendall wasn’t just joking.

“Um okay, you want me to be honest?” he asked.

“One hundred percent.” you said.

“Like. Everyday.”

Stunned by his answer, your mouth fell open and stumbled to come up with a response.

“Seeing you with Sophia and Iverson, waking up to you every morning, fuck y/n, you have no idea how bad I want to come home to you and our family.” Kendall continued.

“Our family?” you questioned.

You could sense Kendalls discomfort with your reaction. You hadn’t intended to say that thought aloud but you were speechless. It felt as if the delusional world in your head and reality were swapping places.

Kendalls large eyes were staring into your eyes, anxiety flooding his body, praying you say something else.

“Ken I-” you began, before being interrupted by a distressing Kendall.

“Look y/n its just a thought, I mean I’m definitely not trying to push for something you’re not ready for, like I know your young and-”

Crashing your lips into Kendalls was the only way you knew to shut him up from his fearful rambling.

“But…I want you, Kendall.” you said.

Your hands holding his face to look directly into his dark eyes. “I want all of you. All of your bad habits. All of your ex-wife, Roy family drama baggage. And especially…to have your babies.” you drew out slowly, letting a devilish smile creep onto your face.

That was all the reassurance Kendall needed before he was kissing you deeply , moving to positioning himself in between your thighs, hovering above you.

“Is that really what you want y/n? You want me to make you mine?” His previously trembling voice was now confident and nearly patronizing.

“Mhm baby, only yours” you replied sweetly while attempting to grind your hips up to Kendalls. That slight bit of friction was met with a repressed grunt from Kendall, his hands moving to tightly grip your hips, halting any movement. You could tell Kendall was already craving you. You could feel his dick growing harder as it pressed firmly against your clothed center. The truth was Kendall was hard since the conversation had begun. Even when you had simply joked earlier about making cute babies Kendall couldn’t help the blood that instantly rushed to his cock, causing it to throb against his sweats.

Kendall moved slowly to remove the soft sweater you were wearing, gently helping you to pull out each arm before lifting it over your head. His lips softly connected to your neck. Leaving light pecks, stopping occasionally to gently suck on the skin and admire the small blemishes he was leaving behind. His large hands softly massaging your breasts before his tongue swiftly moved to draw light circles around your nipples. Taking the small bud between his lips and sucking tenderly, making sure to give each nipple equal attention. Your body pushed your chest forward desperately giving in to his delicate touch. His ability to instantly turn you into a moaning mess never failed.

You squirmed beneath him searching for something to grind against, desperate to stimulate the area he was ignoring.

“This is what you’ve been waiting for isn’t it? For me to fuck you and make you mine? Already so eager for my fucking cum in you. My pretty girl” Kendall taunted softy. Watching you gasp as your back arched into him.

“Please Ken” you pleaded.

His fingers trace slowly down your body, finally making contact with your touch deprived center. Using two fingers to rub soft circles on your clit and slide them through your slick folds pressing firmly against your slit. His fingers were instantly covered in your wetness before he even dipped them into your pussy.

Kendall stared into your eyes as he brought the first finger he used to spread your pussy to his lips. Sliding the digit slowly into his mouth, “Fuck! You taste so good”. Bringing his second finger to your mouth with a commanding “suck”. You gladly accepted and softly sucked on the flesh tasting yourself before Kendall removed the finger with a loud popping sound.

He quickly moved from between your thighs to kneeling at the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms firmly around your thighs and pulling your dripping pussy level to his mouth. You cried out as his lips connected directly to your exposed clit. Kendall hummed into your pussy as he tongued the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands grasped desperately searching for something to hold onto as you felt your orgasm building in your stomach. Kendall removed his firm grasp from around your hips and found your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “Fuck Ken! You’re gonna- make me cum! Please- please don't stop!” You cried out, squeezing his hands harder feeling your eyes close shut. On nights when Kendall was feeling especially dominating, now is when he would completely pull away. Always trying to see how many times he could bring you to the edge before he finally gave you permission to cum. However, tonight was different. Kendall was on a mission to prove just how good he could make you feel, how bad he wanted to give you everything, that he would truly take care of you. His cock was leaking with precum appreciating every sound that left your body as he continued working your pussy. Rapidly licking at your slit and sucking on your clit until finally the knot building in your stomach released. You couldn't stop the dramatic stream of moans that left your body.

“Oh my God Ken!”

“Good girl” Kendall hummed as you attempted to catch your breath feeling your sensitive pussy throbbing inside.

You yelped, as you felt Kendalls mouth return to your overstimulated clit leaving light kisses while he worked to remove his sweatpants and boxers.

Kendall gently lifted you in both arms and softly laid you back down in the center of the bed. Taking his time to kiss you deeply as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. His chest heaving against yours as he lowered his waist. His dick finally making contact where you had been craving it most, smoothly grinding his tip in between your folds.

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his dark voice whispering lowly into your ear “You’re my fucking girl.”

“I’m all yours Ken.”

“And this.” Kendall moved his hands to lightly slap his dripping head against your clit, “is my fucking pussy.” His aggressive words muttered with affection and tenderness.

“It’s your pussy Kendall. Forever”

Gradually Kendall began pushing his tip into your soaking entrance, taking his time to guide his cock deeper. Halting his movements frequently to feel you stretch around him.

“Fuck! I love you.” He grunted when his cock finally bottomed out. Dropping all his weight onto your hips, rocking deeply into you. His body was pressed so tightly against yours making you feel especially small and protected. His pelvic bone brushing against your clit with every thrust as he smoothly gained aggression.

Breathy mumbles of “I love you too Kendall, I love you so much” left your lips. His powerful thrust sending electricity straight from your brain to your pussy and through every inch of your body. The sound of your wet pussy dripping around Kendalls cock, his warm breath brushing your neck as he moaned deeply instinctively made you wrap your legs tightly around his hips. Although Kendall had intended to be soft with you tonight he couldn't stop himself from pounding into you ruthlessly. He could feel your pussy tightening around his cock with each thrust signaling you were close to cumming once again.

“Fuck baby! Why are you so fucking wet for me huh? Does it turn you on knowing I’m gonna cum in that fucking pussy? My pretty girl, gonna have my baby?”

He wasn’t expecting a real answer, only seeking to push you closer to cumming on his cock. He was using everything in him not to cum before you and you could feel his smooth pace become more erratic as he snapped his hips harshly against yours.

Letting go of his tight grasp around your body to balance with his forearms on either side of your head. Holding your face with his hands, pressing his forehead lightly atop yours.

“You want my fucking cum?” He questioned, doing his best to maintain a firm tone as he held back his orgasm.

“Yes Ken! I want your cum, baby! Please!” you cried out.

“Tell me where you want it. Tell me where you want me to cum baby”. He was fucking into you at a brutual pace watching as tears began forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Fuck! In my pussy Ken, please cum inside me!” you pleaded as his words drew you to your second orgasm. That was all Kendall needed to hear before he was releasing deep inside you with a powerful thrust. It felt as if you could feel his cum hitting your cervix as he maintained his rough pace, fucking his cum deeper into you. Kendall could feel his orgasm rushing through his entire body, his cock throbbing inside of you, twitching, as he felt your nails drag down his back and your pussy squeezing around him. Milking every ounce of pleasure.

Kendall slowly pulled out you with a deep sigh. The loss of contact, already causing you to feel empty. You were yearning for him to reach out his arms again and pull you into a deep hug. Kendall traced his fingers lightly over your stomach, remaining silent as he studied every inch of your body before dropping to lay down on his back next to you. “Is he already regretting this?” You thought to yourself as Kendall laid silently staring up at the ceiling. You could feel you heart slowly sinking, letting out a soft sigh as you sat up and began shuffling off the bed. Your movements, quickly interrupted by Kendall reaching to pull your body into his lap. Straddling him, his toned arms pulled you into him tightly. Your chests rose and fell in sync as you both breathe in deeply. You feel Kendalls chests begin to vibrate beneath you and he lets out a loud chuckle, brightly exclaiming “We’re gonna have a fucking baby!”

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kendallroydefender · 10 months

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Somewhere only we know - Chapter 1 (Kendall Roy x reader)

I was seven and you were nine looked at you like the stars that shine In the sky, the pretty lights And our daddies used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love

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Series summary: You met Kendall when you were six years old. You have spent every summer together and now years later you and him are still just as close.

This story follows Kendall and his best friend through their lives. Will they realize their feelings for each other before it’s too late?

Chapter 1: Split in to halves the first part is you and Kendall at sixteen, 10 years after you had met spending a summer together. The second half of this chapter focuses on the time you’re 18 and about to go to college.

This chapter is mainly fluff - some mentions of Logan being abusive but not much else. I really hope you enjoy this series!!

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It all started when your family bought a new summer house in the hamptons. You were 6 years old and were a little sad to leave the old summer house behind. But your parents really wanted a bigger one for the summers so you had to follow. The first day your parents took you to the neighbors. A couple a little older than your parents with 3 children. A boy that was in his teenage years, a toddler and a boy your age.

That was the first time you’ve met Kendall Roy. Nobody would have known that this fateful afternoon would turn into a lifelong friendship. From that day on every summer of you an Kendall was spend together. Playing together when you were children, hanging around the two big houses when you were teenagers. Going to summer parties of other rich families, swimming in pools or the sea or meeting in the little garden shed you had discovered. It was in the back of your garden, the end that was connected with the Roy estate. It was abandoned years ago, when your father had decided to just hire a company to do the gardening instead of having a gardener. The former staff had taken their tools with them so the small house was mostly empty except from some old outdoor garniture, chairs, a sun lounger, a table, stuff like that. Kendall and you had quickly made this into your space. It was somewhere the two of you could go whenever you wanted to escape the other people. One summer when you were about 13 you even got a hammock for this place. Only your parents where aware that you two were hanging out around there since you had to convince them not to tear it down. You also refused to let your mom hire someone to turn this place into a hip little hang out spot. It was your and Kendalls and it was perfect the way it is.

Now at sixteen and the first day of summer you got out of the car into the car and into the house. After rummaging a little in your room, you go down into the room where your mother was.

"Mom is it okay if I’m going over to the Roy’s before dinner?“ you ask and she looks at you with a knowing smirk. "To see your little boyfriend?“ she says back "How often do I have to tell you we’re not a couple.“ you mumble as you walk out of the house. "Dinners at 7 be on time- oh and bring Kendall if you want.“ she yells after you. Your father is the CEO of an airline and your mother is a former model. They had wanted a child for years until your mother got pregnant and you were on the way. Your family is very loving even though your father was quite busy.

With quick steps you walk over to the big white house. Ringing the doorbell you wait until you hear commotion inside.

A woman off the staff opens the door and after you ask if she could get Kendall she walks down the corridor again. A few moments later you see a dark haired boy hurry down the floor. Kendall. He grins at you. "Hey.“ you hug him "Hi Kenny, god I missed you.“

Despite both living in New York you rarely see each other in the city. From that moment on the summer started for you. There is no summer without Kendall. Never in the ten years you two had know each other was there a summer spend without the other. Summer and the dark haired boy were deeply intertwined in your mind. Sure you had seen each other on Christmas dinners at the Roy families city space and there was a New Year’s Eve spend together and once even a easter party, but summers were reserved for only the two of you.

You go to a fair with all the Roy kids one day this summer. Kendall been wary about this plan but you assured him it would be fun. Connor drives all of you in his car. He had come to visit for a few weeks. Since the two of you were sixteen he let you go off on your own on the fair while he stays with Shiv and Roman. You like Connor, he was kind to his siblings and sometimes even acted more like a Dad towards them than Logan does. Hell, you could’ve never imagined Logan Roy taking you to a fair, to the cinema or to the beach. You knew Roman likes to go fly fishing with his eldest brother in the summer. Connor also always asks to include you in his plans. He is like a cousin to you. It ended up being a great day. You and Kendall had gone to some of the rides and had a match in can throwing, where Kendall beat you and gave you the prize he’d won, a stuffed elephant. Connor brought you some food from the stands and drove you all home in the evening.

One day you go over to hang out with Kendall when you find a child sitting on the front steps. Roman. He is avoiding your gaze as you come closer. You can feel something is wrong. You approach the young boy carefully, how you would a deer in the woods. ”Hey Rome.“ You say softly. The boy curls more into himself. You sit down next to him, you don’t want to ask what had happened because you don’t know if you want to know but also because you don’t want this Kid to relive it by telling you. So you sit in silence for a few minutes before you ask ”You wanna play something?“ He is still not looking at you but comes out of his shell a little. He looks at you curiously for a moment, when you meet his eyes he looks away. His head doesn’t turn fast enough for you to not see the red mark on his cheek. Your heart starts to hurts at this. You always had wondered if Logan had used physical violence against his children but you had pushed the thought away, not wanting to believe it. You grew up with so much love that the thought of a parent hitting his child was something you thought of as evil. Roman was always a sweet child to you, yes he could be a little cheeky but what child wasn’t. You had once heard Logan compare him to a ”weak dog.“ and even though he made it sound like a joke you had seen the way Roman had flinched. Since then you had always try to be kind to him.

Kendall hears someone laugh outside of his window. He instantly recognizes that its you who’s giggling. He gets up to look outside to see you run around with his younger brother on the lawn. He’s confused for a moment but you look happy and even weirder his brother is laughing too. It looks like you’re having fun. Kendall isn’t jealous, he finds it actually kind of endearing to see you care for the little ones.

Now two years later, at eighteen, you were back at the Hamptons.

You hold the letter in your hands, growing more nervous with the second.

You and Kendall had made the promise that you would open your college letters together. You had told your parents that and they had found it adorable. Kendall was not blessed with such understanding parents so he hadn’t told Logan about the letter arriving, not wanting to risk his father forcing him to open them in front of him, robbing him of this moment with you. He walks to the garden with the bundle of letters in his hands. He opens the door to the little gardening house behind the bushes and sees you already sitting there on the slightly dusty floor. Bundle of unopened letters in your lap. Your eyes meet his as he enters the place and he feels warmth flood his chest as a big smile is spreading on your face. ”Hey Kenny:“ you grin up at him ”Hi“ he smiles back at you. You haven’t seen each other in months, busy with exams and graduation from high school. You talked on the phone a lot. That’s how you came up with this plan. You would open your college letters together.

”Okay, who goes first?“ He asks after he sits down in front of you. ”Can you?“ You answer him shyly. He nodds taking the first letter. Tearing the paper open glancing over the words. ”Holy shit. Fuck! I got in.“ He lets out ”I got into Havard!“ He tells you before you tackle him in a hug. ”Congrats Kenny! I know you could do it!“ You sit back and take your letter, staring at it for a moment. ”I’m scared. Can you open it?“ you asked him ”I could but it’s your moment you know?“ he answers.

You take a deep breath before opening the envelope and taking another look at him, Kendall nodding, encouraging you to go ahead. As you read he tries to gauge your reaction, he usually can read you like a book but at this moment you pull a really good pokerface. You bite your lip for a second, eyes connecting with his as a huge smile breaks out on your face. You nod and Kendall smiles at you too. ”Congrats!" He tells you sincerely before asking wich college letter you had read but that was unnecessary as you tell him "Guess we’ll be college buddies now.“ with a smirk and his heart jumps "You got into Harvard too? Fuck this is amazing!“. This was the cherry on top, not only did he get into his dream college, wich would please his father, but he was going to be able to spend a lot more time with you. This day couldn’t have been better.

You read your other letters too after that, you got another acceptance message and three rejections. But that doesn’t matter, you got into your dream school and you would be able to spend these years with your best friend.

"You wanna sleep over tonight?“ Kendall asked you passing you the joint you shared. "I’d love to but I don’t want to get you in trouble.“ he smiled "He’s not here tonight, there’s some party.“ you exhaled "Yeah I’d love to, we can catch up.“ you also couldn’t wait to cuddle him again, it had been way too long.

"Honey! You’re back!“ You’re mother says excited as soon as you step into the kitchen "How was it! Tell me everything!“ But before you can answer her she holds up a finger asking you to wait before yelling down the house "Richard! Y/n is back!“ While you waited for your dad , eating strawberries out of a bowl, your mother was asking about how Kendall was doing and how his family was.

Your Dad walked into the kitchen smiling, you smiled back at him. "So I got three rejections.“ You pause for a second, dramatics and all, you knew your Parents were counting how many accepted you. You named the college that accepted you that wasn’t Havard first. Before announcing "But im not going to go there because Havard accepted me too.“ You tell them proudly and your Mom lets out a small scream hugging you tightly. "Congratulations sweetheart! We’re so proud of you“ Your Dad tells you while giving you a hug too. "Thanks Dad.“ You tell him. Harvard had been your first choice after all, even before you knew it was where Kendall wanted to study too. "We need to eat something special tonight!“ Your mom says "What do you want to eat Honey? Maggie can make you anything you like!“ She tells you. After you had wish for your favorite meal your father speaks up "Ask Kendall if he wants to come over too. Its a special day for him too after all.“ He suggest knowing that the Roys wouldnt celebrate his news like you’re family did. For them it was what was expected, of course Kendall had to go to a good school. He had taken extra courses for this exact reason. For your family a good education was important too, but they still wanted to recognize it as a big achievement anyway.

So you go and make a quick call to tell Kendall about these plans wich he accepts, you can hear his smile in his voice as he tells you. It was like it always had been, as soon as you were reunited you were inseparable.

A few mintues before seven pm Kendall arrives at your summer house. He greets your parents politely, still being on his best behavior, they tell him every beginning of summer that he can relax around him. He’s basically part of the family after all these years. Seeing the way he seems more carefree at your place always makes you happy. Even though your father is friends with Logan he doesn’t particularly agree with his parenting style. He has seen glimpses into what is going on in the house next to yours and you ad told him a little. You havent told him any details, not wanting to accidentally get your friend into trouble. But you knew a lot more. Kendall had told you over the years.

"So Kendall, what have you kids planned for this summer?“ your dad asks, a casual tone telling that he was genuinely interested in what you want to do. "Well, uhm I think just the same as every year. I also got this motorcycle- well it’s not a real one. More like a Vespa? And I want to show it to Y/n." Kendall said before your father spoke again Kendall adds "I’ve had a lot of practice and I won’t speed. I will be careful. I promise.“ you giggle a little at his nervousness. "No worries, kid." Your father tells him "We trust you. You take care of our daughter.“ he says before he takes another bite.

You follow Kendall to the front door. "So? Sleepover’s still on?" He asks with a mischievous grin. "Sure, we can braid each others hair and talk about how cute Tim is." You tell him leaning against the doorframe. "Exactly what I had in mind. Keep the window open.“ he quips back.

It’s around eleven when you hear noise coming from outside you window and you smile to yourself, putting the book down you were reading. Kendall heaves himself into your room, wich looks the same as the last time he’s been in here. You pat the bed next to you and lift the covers for your friend to crawl under. "What are you reading?“ he asks and you show him the cover. While he studies the book you ask him if he wants to watch a movie with you he answers with "Sure“. The movie is just background noise as you talk for hours. Your voices slightly hushed so that your parents won’t find out: even if their room is at the end of the floor and you don’t think they would mind too much. You’re not even entirely sure that your mom doesn’t know that you let Ken sleep over or you sneak out from time to time during summer. At home you usually don’t sneak out of the house. Your friends Anna and Meghan are allowed to sleep over and you can go to parties with them - if it’s only parties at the homes of other kids your age. Your parents wouldn’t appreciate you going to clubs. And now that you’re 18 it doesn’t matter anyway.

At some point you fall asleep, your cheek slightly squished against Kendall’s shoulder.

The next weeks are spend just enjoying the summer together. Driving around on the small motorcycle Ken had bought. You were having so much fun

You took a picture with your camera of Kendall on the bike wich would find a place on your wall.

Kendall had to attend some of Logan’s business calls throughout the summer. Logan was convinced he was ready to learn more about the company he would be working for after college.

It felt like the weeks flew by because soon enough your summer was over and you were off to college. Saying goodbye to Kendall is much easier this time. You would are going to see him in just a week anyway - and from there on you would life close to each other. You can’t wait to spend more time with your best friend. Yes you had close friends at school but you always consider Kendall your best friend. He just understands you and you can tell him everything knowing he wouldn’t judge you. Kendall would never tell you, he was an eighteen year old boy after all, but he considered you his best friend too. He likes being able to talk about family issues with someone - his friends at school couldn’t know but with you it was easy. You care.

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degenerateteenagebeautyqueen · 11 months

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IM BEGGING, PLEADINGGG FOR THE KENDALL GIRLIES TO FUCKING STEP UP AND DROP THE ULTIMATE SMUT MASTER-LIST IN THE MF CHAT RIGHT NEOWWWWW!!!!! ITS THE FUCKING DESERT OUT HERE AND THE GIRLS ARE THIRSTY!!!

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wambsgansshoelaces · 4 months

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Chapter 5; Something Sweet

Kendall Roy x Reader

a/n: tell a friend to tell a friend… she’s baaaaack

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The week of Christmas is the busiest of your year. You have tons of odd jobs catering around the city, and of course, the Roy residence Christmas day.

Kendall comes by when he can. His days at Waystar are getting busier and busier despite the upcoming holidays. He’s sat on your couch, practically asleep. You peer at him from over your kitchen counter.

“Are you alright?”

“Fucking exhausted.”

Over the last few weeks, you’d gotten to watch as he got more comfortable with you. After your first time staying the night at his place, it turned into a regular thing. If you went over, you’d stay, and if he came, he’d stay- like tonight.

“You’re literally the CEO. Give yourself the week off.” You eye the pot of noodles boiling. You were a baker, sure, but that didn’t mean you were too good cooking.

“I can’t just do that,” he says exasperatedly.

You hesitantly drain the water from the pot. “It’s in the job description, Ken. Do whatever the fuck you want.”

“If I do, that means my workload goes to my brother, and he’s going to fuck it all up. It needs to happen right, Y/N.”

You sigh. “You’re the finance bro.”

“I’m not a- whatever that is. Stop calling me that.” He rolls onto his stomach, pulling one of the sofa cushions over his head. “Can you turn off the lights, please?”

You do. “What’s wrong?”

“Headache,” is all he offers, muffled by the cushion.

“Take at least half a week off.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Christmas is already too much. And I have to spend it with my father.” He makes a strangled noise.

“Come back with me after I’m done in the afternoon,” you suggest, plating the pasta. “We can spend a quiet night in where you can drool all over my couch all you like.”

He snorts.

“Do you want me to wait for you so we can eat together?”

“What? No, Y/N, eat. Leave me a plate, I’ll be fine.”

“Hmm, okay. I’ll wait.” You lift his legs from the couch and sit, setting them back on top of your lap. The food would get cold, but you didn’t mind. You give the back of his calf a pat.

“This is weird,” Kendall mutters, shifting so that his head is now in your lap rather than his legs. “Better,” he mutters into your thigh.

“I’m being serious about spending Christmas together,” you tell him.

“I can come over after six. I still want to see the kids.” You push your fingers through his hair. He’d almost buzzed it, but thankfully, you’d convinced him otherwise. “What do you want? As gifts, I mean.”

You take a moment to think, playing with his hair. “Nothing comes to mind, really. I’m content.”

“Mm, don’t bullshit me. Everyone wants at least something.”

“Ken, we’re by ourselves. Turn off the CEO.”

“Hard to.” He sighs contentedly, your fingers running down his neck and onto the expanse of his back. “Come on, don’t tell me there isn’t some ridiculously expensive thing I can get you.”

“I can’t ask that of you. Or anyone, really.” You aren’t lying- there’s nothing you’ve been dying for lately. You had your bakery, you had this thing with Kendall. That’s all you’re beginning to think you’ll ever need.

“Y/N, money isn’t a problem for me. Don’t worry about it.” He rolls over so that your fingers drag onto his chest and he’s able to look up at you. “Tell me what you want.”

“I’m being serious, I can’t think of anything,” you insist as he takes the hand sitting on his chest, twining your fingers together and pressing them to his heart. “Just be there. That can be my present.”

“That’s the lamest Christmas gift I’ve ever heard anybody ask for,” he retorts. “What’re you into? Jewelry? Designer? Vintage stuff?”

“Kendall, I’m not budging.”

He presses lazy kisses along your fingers. “Come on. I want to.”

“Well, I can’t help you. There’s nothing I want but for you to knock on my door and then spend the night with me.”

“I can’t just show up empty handed,” he says. “What a horrible guest I’d be, after you’ve been so hospitable.”

“Does it count as hospitality if you’re the one who’s been steals pastry rejects from downstairs?”

He laughs, the sound coming straight from his stomach. It’s the first time he’s been so loose around you. It’s hearty, joyful. You want to hear it again and again. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

“You act like the raccoon that lives in my Dumpster. She’s much cuter than you, you know. Makes up for her being a leech.”

He laughs again. “My competition is a raccoon that eats garbage for a living? I thought men would be fist fighting for you. Or women. I don’t judge.” He plays gently with your fingers. “But I could easily beat a raccoon in hand to hand combat."

“No, the raccoon isn’t vying for my affection, like another certain someone,” you tease. “And even if people were fighting over me, I’d choose you.” You pause. "Why are we talking about fighting raccoons?"

Kendall’s eyes meet yours, and he’s silent for a moment. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You don’t hesitate.

“’Course I will.”

It’s quiet again, for what feels like a century. He pushes himself up off your lap, takes your chin, and kisses the breath from your lungs.

His hand slides from your chin and up your jaw to allow his fingers to tangle in your hair. He pulls you tighter against him, deepening the kiss, and parting his lips when you do.

He kisses you incessantly, barely letting you breathe. Your hand finds his wrist, the other attempting to find purchase in the soft fabric of his shirt. He presses his lips to yours, over and over, like he’s trying to fuse with you, make you a part of him.

When he pulls away, you suck in a breath of air. “Fuck, baby.” Without hesitating, he’s dotting kisses up your jaw, then down your neck. “I want you so bad,” he murmurs into your skin. “I’ve wanted you so bad. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. So fucking beautiful.”

Before you can say anything, his mouth is back on yours. This time, he’s slow, tender. He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You can feel the slight swell of your lips. You can see it mirrored in Kendall’s, his lips a light rosy color.

“I’ll get you a lipstick or something,” he whispers to you, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. “This same shade.”

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Christmas Eve. A weird day for you. You were never really close with your family, and you rarely spoke now. It hurt watching others run about with their loved ones. But what could you do?

You’re paranoid going through all of the ingredients set to be brought to you tomorrow. You pore through them, over and over, and check needlessly on some jellies and frostings chilling in the fridge. You’ll have help tomorrow with the baking, of course, but you just had an unshakable fear that someone was going to mess something up- you probably will be doing all of the busy work tomorrow. You can’t take the chance. Kendall’s paranoia is rubbing off on you.

As soon as you think the thought, he’s shouldering open the back door. You must’ve forgotten to lock it. “Hey. You’re still up?”

“You came all the way over here to ask me that?”

He rolls his eyes and catches you by the waist when you try to walk by. You give him a kiss hello and he presses a sweet kiss to your brow. “Yeah, yeah. I drove a whole ten minutes to ask if you’re awake,” he says sarcastically. He presses another kiss to the side of your forehead. “I knew you were still awake. So I came to keep you company.”

You close your eyes, resting your face against his chest. “You okay?” His hand smooths up your spine, gently scratching when he reaches the nape of your neck. “You need to go to sleep.”

“No,” you manage, his touch making you feel ethereal. “No, I have to make sure everything’s ready.”

“You can do that in the morning. You’re going to fall asleep standing up, Y/N.”

“Stay?”

“Brought my bag.”

All the times he’d stayed over before, he’d insisted he took the couch. He was adamant about being ‘gentlemanly’, as he put it, and you’d let him. You were going to take this as slow as he needed it to be.

Tonight, however, you were over it.

When he went to toss his bag onto the couch, you frowned. “You’re sleeping in the bed. With me.” Without hesitating, he reroutes and sinks into your mattress, spreading his limbs out like a starfish. “You want to get kicked out?” you ask, pushing him aside so you can settle into bed.

His arms wind around you, pulling you close. “Your couch is comfy. I wouldn’t mind.” You huff, curling into him regardless. “You sure you won’t stay for dinner? We’re together now. It’s not weird.”

”For me it is. I’d be meeting your ex-wife and both your kids. That’s a little quick, don’t you think?”

“Whatever you say. I’ll bring you leftovers.”

“How sweet,” you say drolly. He kisses your cheek in response.

You’re up bright and early the next morning. Your anxiety is through the roof- you’ve never catered an event of this magnitude. You’d done much larger groups, but Logan Roy? You felt like puking.

You get over yourself as you get ready. Kendall’s tangled up in your sheets, asleep. You don’t want to wake him up yet- his head is buried under his pillow and his chest raises and falls softly. You dig through your closet for clothes suitable for the day. You find a relatively new baking uniform that you pray is lightweight. You’ll be in front of an oven or stove top for the next five hours; it’d be preferable you didn’t melt into a puddle.

Kendall shifts slightly in bed before calling out to you. “Y/N?”

“In the closet,” you reply. He doesn’t answer, but you hear the rustling of sheets. You hurry back out into the bedroom, throwing a half apron over your shoulder. You make sure your phone is charged and that you have everything you need in a bag- the jellies and frostings will be taken over by someone else later.

“Good morning,” Kendall rasps, catching your hand. He’s emerged from under the pillow, his hair disheveled. He presses a quick kiss to your knuckles. “You’ll be great.”

You smile and give him a kiss on the lips. “Get up. You’re driving.”

He wipes a hand over his face. “That was the best sleep of my life,” he mutters before rolling out of bed. He finds his bag, left on the floor from the night before, and pulls out a hoodie to wear in the early morning chill. “Do you really need to go so early?”

“Everything needs to be perfect. Better early than late.”

“You know if something goes wrong, he’s not going to shoot you,” Kendall says, voice muffled by the fabric being tugged over his head. “I’ll eat anything and everything you make and enjoy it. Besides, my dad isn’t a picky man. With his food, anyway.”

“What about the last pastry chef? That incident you mentioned when we first met.”

“He’d chucked a pineapple at my brother. He deserved it, yeah, but it’s about decorum,” he says faux-seriously. He hooks an arm around your neck, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he walks with you to the door.

You try to regulate your breathing on the drive over. You’re successful- nothing will go wrong. Nothing can go wrong. You’re sure of it. After you convince yourself of it, anyway. Kendall holds your hand over the center console, gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“You stress too much,” he says softly.

“Wasn’t I just saying that to you, the other day?”

“Tch, shut up. We’re talking about you, not me.” He pulls in near the townhouse. “I get hungry just looking at your display case. Shiv inhales your stuff whenever I bring it to the office. You’ll kill it, Y/N, I promise.”

You kiss each other one last time, and then you’re on your own.

You’re granted access into the townhouse, and the kitchen, quite easily. You take a breath, steeling yourself, and tie your apron.

Marcia had obliged you when you said you’d need a little help. She hadn’t provided you with one or two people, like you’d been expecting, but a small battalion. You didn’t really know what you were going to do with half of these people. Maybe you’ll just let some of them go home.

Nobody’s really doing anything, but that’s good. You think you’ll blow a gasket if even a sprinkle goes out of line today. You quietly inventory what you have- people, pots, pans, ingredients, tools. This shouldn’t prove to be that difficult.

You gather the obscene amount of people and quickly explain what you intend on doing today, Things that need to chill get made first. Delay the better-served-hot desserts as much as physically possible. Keep the whipped cream and frosting in the fridge- better yet, nobody touch either of those. I’ll decorate everything myself. You can all go home once everything is in the oven.

The beginning is all just busywork. Make the batter, put the batter in a buttered pan, stick it in the oven, repeat. Half work on fillings and creams, the other half on batters and doughs. Although you tend to dislike having people in your employment, this reminds you of your days in pastry school. You ran things with an iron fist back then- you still do. That’s why every team you begrudgingly head runs like a well oiled machine.

Things are going in and out of the ovens. Whisks click against metal bowls, feet patter about the kitchen. From what you can tell, you’re well on schedule. Toppings are beginning to be made, and it’s getting closer to time to start on the warm sweets.

You take a moment to stand and observe, making sure everybody is on track. You do, however, catch someone peeping into the kitchen. You catch his eye, and step out before he can step in.

“Can I help you?” you ask cooly.

He puts his hands up in surrender. “I’m just watching.” His dark hair is slicked back, a slight stubble lining his face. The bags under his eyes are deep- they remind you of Kendall.

“As long as that’s all you’re doing.” You turn your attention away from him as the last of the pans get out the oven. “Okay, everyone, you’re free to go. Enjoy your holidays, feel free to take home extras,” you say blandly, itching to get to work.

You glance at the clock- two hours before you’re to be done. You don’t really have that much heavy lifting to do. Decorate the larger cakes, frost the batches of cupcakes, and garnish everything that needs to be garnished. You think you can finish with time to spare.

As you’re swirling buttercream onto a red velvet cake, the man from before appears at your elbow. You throw him a warning look before getting back to the cupcakes. Once frosted, you sprinkle crushed bits of red velvet cake onto the buttercream.

“If you’re going to hover, stick those in the fridge, would you?”

Taken by surprise, he snaps out of his stupor and carefully carries the tray and obliges.

“Sorry. I’m just curious.”

“About?” You don’t look away from what you’re doing.

“Uh, lots of things. For one, the fact that you’re doing this all by yourself.”

“I like it better that way.”

“You’re Kendall’s girl, right?”

“What do you mean? He got me this job, yeah.”

“That’s not- okay, whatever.” He flocks back to your side, staring as you quickly frost perfect flowers onto a chocolate cake. “That’s… crazy.”

“Poetic.”

“I’m trying to be nice,” he mutters. “Sorry. I’m Roman. Kendall’s brother. I got sick of sitting in the living room with the old geezer, so I ended up here.”

You outright laugh at the reference to his father. “It’s nice to meet you, really, but I’m kind of on a time crunch.”

He says nothing. You glance back at him, feeling kind of bad. “There’s a bunch of cupcakes I’m not going to put out on a tray on top of the fridge. If you want one,” you amend.

“I see why he likes you. You’re kind of the same person.”

You snort. “I feel like we’re hardly alike.” You sigh and glance around, inspecting your work. Roman helps himself to the treats you’d pointed out.

“When you’re both working, you’re kind of assholes. When you’re not…”

“You don’t know me to be able say that.”

“I know how to read people,” is all he says back. You roll your eyes, wiping your hands on the towelette you’d stuck into your waistband. “These are rejects? Jesus, you’re fucking good.” He wipes away a vanilla crumb from his lip.

“Tell me how the real stuff is.” You sigh exasperatedly. “Well, I’m done here. Nice meeting you…?” You cringe, having already forgotten his name.

“Roman.”

“Roman. Sorry.”

He holds up another cupcake in mock salute. “Drive safe.”

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You take the fattest nap of your life back at home, waking up just in time to get ready for Kendall. Not exactly get ready, but just move from your bed to the couch. You can’t be bothered to put any work into your appearance at the moment.

Kendall had promised to come by at six, and it was currently six thirty. You think nothing of it.

Until it’s seven and a weak knock sounds at your door. Kendall stands on the other side, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and something hidden behind his back. His eyes are slightly red, the bags under his eyes matching Roman’s.

“I’m really sorry I’m late,” he tells you, voice cracking. “Ran into some… issues.”

“You’re here now.” You smooth your thumb over one of the dark patches under his eyes. “What happened?” You step aside, letting him in. He carefully sets the flowers on your kitchen counter, keeping whatever it is he’s holding behind his back.

“Dad was… fucking insane. I’m used to his berating bullshit, but today was… so much worse.” He turns to face you. “Never mind that. I have something for you.”

“Kendall, I told you you didn’t need to bring anything.”

“I did anyway. It’s nothing huge. It’s kind of stupid, actually,” he admits, face flushing. “Close your eyes?”

You do. After a moment, you feel a cool touch of metal to your neck. He fumbles with something, his hand brushing the back of your neck. Keeping your eyes closed, you bring your fingers to your neck and feel a chain.

“Cheater,” he mutters affectionately. “You can open, anyway.” You lift up the chain and inspect the charms.

Both your initials, dangling next to each other.

“Kendall!”

“I know, it’s kind of cheesy, and honestly probably too fast-”

“No, I love it! It’s so beautiful,” you say truthfully. Your heart swells.

“I, uh, got one to match.” He pulls a thinner chain with much smaller charms from under his shirt. You throw you arms around him, and he immediately hoists you up and gives you a small spin.

“My gift makes me look like a cheap asshole now,” you tell him after giving him a long kiss.

“You got me something?”

“Of course I did.” You quickly grab the small gift bag from its hiding place and come back to him. “It’s definitely not the sort of quality that you’re used to, which is why this is probably such a horrible gift. But you were complaining about how your tie clips are always breaking, and you didn’t like the shape of your cuff links because they scratched up your skin…” You press the bag into his hands.

“Oh, Y/N…” He takes out the two small velvet boxes. A pristine new tie clip and pair of cuff links- round, so they wouldn’t catch on his skin. “You’re perfect.”

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leviathanspain · 7 months

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I saw you did white mustang for Tom can you do black beauty with Kendall my number one depressed boy 😭 where reader tries to comfort him ☹️

black beauty

kendall roy x reader

synopsis: a rough night after work leaves you to pick up the pieces of his number one boy

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kendall was the love of your life.

sure he was this tortured, ex-addict, corporate executive with a divorce and two children under his belt, not to mention the crazy pressure his own father puts on him.

but you loved him more than words could ever say.

“hey!” you yelled your greeting as you tried to zip through the crowd of other new yorkers, all moving to their own complicated lives.

“hey..” just by his greeting you knew something was wrong. “where are you?”his voice sounded a little strained, and you ignored his question.

“what’s wrong, ken?” you knew him better than anyone. you knew his cues and tones like the back of your hand, you knrw when something was wrong.

he didn’t say anything for a moment. he stayed silent, perhaps hoping you’d be like the rest of his family, and turn a blind eye.

“i-“ his voice broke and you didn’t need to hear more. “i’m coming to you. send a pin, location, whatever, ken.” you hung up the phone quickly and tightly gripped your bags, hustling through the crowd off to kendall.

you fought tears the entire ride home. after a few minutes, he had sent his pin and location, which was at your apartment. you knew that whatever it was, had to do with his father.

lately, since shiv’s wedding, kendall came back different. he wouldn’t tell you, he actually preached that he couldn’t, no matter how much he wanted to. he told you everything, because you weren’t in that world, you didn’t know how bad of a person he actually was.

you pushed your apartment door open, letting the doorknob smack against the wall as you walked inside.

“ken?” you called his name, quickly scanning the living room. you searched the rest of it, “kendall?” you pushed your bedroom door open, and found him sitting on the edge of the bed.

you had been there for him during the highs and during the lows. but by the looks of it, this was a dangerous low.

you got on your knees, crawling to his side. his head was down, eyes squeezed shut tightly. there was defeat present in his shoulders. you put a hand on his thigh, and kendall sighed heavily, “i- dad told me to scrap vaulter.” he opened his eyes, finding yours quickly.

you stared into his with so much love that he couldn’t understand why. he sighed, almost as if he wanted to sob br you cooed softly, “it’s okay, ken.”

you moved to sit next to him, grabbing his arm in yours, and leaning your head on his shoulder, “do what you must.” you offered your best advice, not really well-versed on corporate speech. kendall taught you what he could, when he wasn’t getting shit on by his family.

you spend as little time as you can away from them, they were like a spider’s web, and you were just an innocent fly. only when kendall requested you to be by his side, that you went. but shiv’s wedding was something you stayed away from. you knew what they were capable of, they tore down kendall whenever one of them felt like it, and it broke your heart everytime.

“everything i’ve ever done has been for waystar. it’s been for him.” he gritted. you could feel the anger he had towards his father. but kendall wanted nothing more than to make him proud.

he had told you of the little nickname that logan gave him.

his number one boy…

you thought it was sick. he clearly pit all his children against each other, like dangling a carrot in their faces. kendall couldn’t see it, it was all he’s ever known.

“ken- listen to me,” he turned, all ears. “you’ve got to leave waystar.” you realized how your words sounded and you tried to save them, “we can travel the world, you can finally be free-“

“no-“ kendall stood up, shaking his head and you stayed seated, trying to diffuse whatever bomb you accidentally set off.

you nodded, “okay. don’t leave, hmm?” kendall nodded, and calmed down slightly. you opened your arms for him, and kendall, who had shoved away affection for his work, now found himself hugging you, clutching you as if you’d disappear in his arms.

“i love you.” kendall whispered into the darkness. you had retired to bed, with kendall as your little spoon. the lights had been turned off and it had only been the sound of your breaths.

you hummed, kissing his cheek, “i love you more, kenny.”

kendall laughed, “god i haven’t heard that name in a while.” he seemed at peace, in the arms of the woman he loved, even if his professional life was in shambles.

“that’s because you’re never home.” you teased him, yet it felt like more than that.

“i’m sorry.” kendall whispered, “i’ll be better.”

a hand raked the side of his head, brushing his hair down, you knew you hurt him a little with that. but sometimes, all he needed to hear was the truth.

“goodnight, kendall.” you kissed him, relaxing your head on the pillow, hands tightening around his waist.

if he responded, you didn’t know because your eyes were shut the moment your head hit the pillow.

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bowieandqueen11 · 1 year

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Fireflies / Kendall Roy Imagine

Request: omg hiiii <3 id love to see some hurt/comfort for my babygirl kendall roy! ur roman fics are some of my absolute favs too u write him so well😩</p>

Omg hi hi hi @super-who-dat!! Ty ty so much lovely Kendall Roy is the ultimate babygirl!! I’m kind of doing this in two parts, I kind of wanted to start with a softer flashback one and then a follow up one in the current seasons!! I want my boy to be happy dammnit!

Warning: some strong language, childhood abuse and mentions of cigarettes!

Also this turned out a lot longer than I anticipated whoops so all feedback and love is much appreciated!

(I do not own Succession or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @technicolourtelevision.)

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Once. Twice. Third time lucky, even if the match strike did burn the edges of Kendall Roy’s fingers, and made him drop the match down onto the spring grass.

A few crickets chirp in protest as the end of the wood sizzles out between the patches of dirt and verdant green. Kendall swears to himself, stamping his brand new tennis shoes onto the remains of the match and fiddling with the lit cigarette burning a glinting glow in his hand. He was fed up of being eighteen: not a child anymore, but in the eyes of his father, not a man either. Never a man. A stronger dog, perhaps. Maybe a cracked toy, crumbling between his fingers with each passing year.

The lavender began to break out from past the treelines as the sun fell further down the sky; a few fireflies began to peek out from between the stout trunks, peachy and wispy and so beautiful in their animation. So calm, so serene, so content with their sense of life. Kendall sniffed, dragging the back of his knuckles and the tip of the cigarette against the back of his nose as he wished, not for the first time in his life, that he had any other name except for his.

He had always liked hanging around the pool hut: not only was it just far enough away from the rows of lounging chairs and the marbled outline decking for his siblings to be unbothered wandering over and finding him, especially after their umpteenth argument and hair pulling on their second tennis court earlier, but it was just at the right angle for the back entrance of his surprisingly austere home to be hidden from his tired eyes. Yet, that wasn’t even the main reason lingering in the back of Kendall’s mind as he raised the cigarette to his lips. It was the fact that ever since you had become his neighbour all those years ago, you would skite up the dusty, gravelled backroads cut out by the English dales and skip over the fenced gates at the edges of the property. Yes, it was the knowledge that soon he wouldn’t be alone: soon, in the growing darkness, a flashlight would peek out and paint the evergreen boughs of the encircling forest gold. That you would find him once more, lingering in your shared hiding spot from the world, and would gently take the cigarette from his fingers to share a puff.

It didn’t take very long for his eyes to make you out, hurdling over the bushes as if they were a simple style and coming clambering over to him in familiarity. You didn’t say anything: you didn’t need to, you had been witness to the despondency on his face as you had clambered through the thickets and wilds. To the far away stare as you had walked through the fireflies and lifted a few fingers out to them as they danced and glowed. You had also, sadly for everyone involved, been witness to Logan’s temper tantrum at lunch: one that had left five silver trays rolling around the ground, shards of crystal glass floating along the edges of the water, and a brand new bruise on the side of Roman’s crying face.

It had been the reason for the fight that had led him out here: if they were still forced to have their bi-weekly tennis lessons, even with Roman in a state, Kendall believed they should let their younger brother win to try and cheer him up, even in the slightest way he could. Shiv had disagreed, hitting a backhand shot that had nearly sprained Roman’s wrist, and had kicked Kendall in the shin when he had come stamping over to tell his sister off.

He’s brought out of his musings by the sound of your sneakers pattering over the edge of the kempt lawn, and the feel of your fingers brushing over the edges of his fist, which rested by his side, to unfurl them. You steal the cigarette from him, blowing out a long stream of dragon smoke into the muggy air. Kendall, with a shyness that would soon be beaten out of him, looks down at his feet instead of at you. He hopes that you don’t notice the warm shivers that had run up the back of his spine, and raised goose bumps on both his arms during their shooting travels down at the feel of your bare skin against his own.

He was so unused to it, and he was intoxicated.

Your back hits the wooden planking with a dull thud, and Kendall ran a hand over his face in a sign of clear relief. To anyone else, the two of you would have looked like two trouble teens: lounging shoulder to shoulder against the outskirts of his father’s estate, marking mud on the wall as you slid your knee up to rest back against it. Anyone else’s opinion didn’t matter though, especially to Kendall, who didn’t even care a jot about his sparkling white tennis shirt being dotted with dew as he folded the hunch of his back against the boards too, and glanced at you from the sides of his eyes. He looked worn out, to you. Downcast. Bleary eyed after endless nights of meeting and meeting and meetings and no respite to just be a kid. Despite all this, he still smiled at you, his lips lingering upwards and making the warm glow that followed through into his eyes paint him as an angel against the heather hues of the sun’s dwindling throne.

But to Kendall, it was a smile of solace; it was an acknowledgment, despite the unspoken knowledge between the two of you that his life was dogshit and the two of you spent a great majority of your free time planning how to run away and start a new life in the Italian valleys, that right now he didn’t want to be anywhere else. He wanted to be here with you - he wanted to be anywhere with you. Even though he couldn’t say it, and although you were still too bashfully adolescent to notice it completely in curves of his smile and the flutters of the lines on his forehead, Kendall Roy loved you with every fibre of his being.

He showed it the only way he knew how: he took your fingers between his own, and gently guided them back up to his lips. With a purse, he placed them plumply around the mouthpiece and stared at you as he inhaled, his fingers firmly holding their perch over your own. After the stream of smoke flooded out from the corner of his mouth, he let go of you again and swallowed thickly.

‘Bad day, huh?’

Kendall seemed to bristle at that; he shoved his hands into his short pockets, and began kicking the edge of his toes against the grass like a sour child. It broke your heart to think like that: in a way, he was just a child. Or, in an even more bone chilling way, he never had been. He ducks his head before he replies, a silence cleaving its way between the two of you in a way that was beginning to make you uncomfortable. It wasn’t often that Kendall was quiet around you. Since you were children climbing up trees and playing knights and dragons in the mud, you were the only person Kendall had placed his full confidence in. Misunderstanding his silence, you don’t realise that you’ve always been holding Kendall Roy’s broken heart in the palm of your hands, and he has no idea how to be honest with himself about this reality. About how to ask you to save him. About how to stop himself falling to his knees in front of you and begging you never to leave him alone with his family, with his mind, with his life ever again.

‘I’m - uh, I’m not doing well, Y/n.’ He stops kicking at the grass, only because he’s so desperately trying to stop the tears welling up in the back of his eyes from falling. ‘I don’t know, uh, how much longer I can deal with all this.’

‘Hey, hey-’, he rests his shoulder back against the wall, and half-turns himself to face you. You reach out and place a hand on the space between his collar and where his heart should lie, and the look of absolutely love-stricken, hopeful desperation he manages to muster up and give you from behind his heavy eyelashes makes you choke on your words. ‘What can I do to help? Anything Ken, just say the word and we’ll do it.’

He appreciated that: the ‘we’. It’s how his mind had always worked as well. The two of you were no longer separate people: you were half-Kendall, and Kendall longed for nothing more than to give himself to you for all his life. He smiled then, as you continued. ‘Maybe we could get out of here for a bit, before you go off to college? I’ve heard there’s a really cool monastery deep in one of the Chilean mountains. Not gonna lie, I think you would look pretty sweet with a shaved head.’

You lift the hand on his chest up to ruffle his hair, ignoring his half-hearted attempt to shrug you off. Running your fingers through the strand with a final, tender dishevel, you allow your fingers to come back down to your side by running them over the edge of Kendall’s face. As you do it, your fingertips burning over the peachy complexion of his blushing cheek, Kendall takes another drag and closes his eyes with a content sigh. Although he doesn’t want the moment to end - although Ken wants nothing more than to reach out and grab your fingers, tug you towards him and press a billion kisses over each scrap and inch of skin his desperate mouth can find, he chooses instead to blink languidly and press out the butt of his cigarette on the peeling white paint of one of the building’s planks.

‘I don’t think that would be in your best interest.’ He turns fully now to look at you. You turn as well, both of you still close enough to press noses if you leant forward and tried. You crossed your arms in front of you to create a little more space, an uncomfortable desire flooding your body - a dangerous sense of... something you couldn’t quite place your finger own growing in the dimming air. ‘My dad would have us hanging out the windows by our boots before we even managed to throw our bags out the door. Or, he’d send one of his guys to hunt us down, and we’d probably end up working under Remy in potty training management for all eternity.’

You grin, but the words strike a chord in your heart. Kendall can’t help but reflect you: a grin growing on his own face as he leans his body more laboriously against the shed, his arms crossing in front of his chest and bumping purposely against the back of your own.

‘Your dad wouldn’t be able to step foot in that place’, you scoff. ‘One foot through the door and being so close to holy ground would set him on fire.’

He laughs at that, genuinely - his little giggling laugh that seems to come straight from the depths of his stomach as he looks at you as if you held all the amazement and wonder locked within the dredges of the world. A few fireflies begin to float around the edges of your vision, joining the two of you in your delight and illuminating your shared, undisclosed world in a honeyed light. As your joint laughter begins to die down, a feeling of nervousness, of joy, of trembling anxiety began to weigh down on your heads; a sense that long-known and long-felt secrets were about to be whispered into the transitory air inches between your peering faces, changing and constant and unable to be taken back.

For a second, Kendall’s eyes drop down to your lips, full of unbridled emotion that makes your knees weak. Only for a second, does he look, the awe radiating off of him, his shirt seeming to glow in the dusk. Then he leans closer... and closer... so painstakingly slowly until the side of his face is hovering just above yours. Even at eighteen, his gangly form is still slightly taller, so it feels as if his shadow is clouding out the rest of the world from the two innocent teenagers. Before you can even release your hitched breath, his lips have caressed over your own, and firmly latched against your top lip. Pliant, vulnerable, warm, his ashen hand comes up to cup the bottom of your jaw as he kisses you, and you kiss life back into him.

He doesn’t realise he’s moved until he hears your grunt of surprise against his tongue, and he’s shocked himself to feel the left over shock of adrenaline course through his body as he walks forward and traps you against the boards. He leans between your legs, surprised by his own audacity and desperation, but he’s still so tender as his kisses move to the side of your mouth. You fall against him, allowing his arms to come wrap comfortably around your waist and lift you slightly up towards him.

‘Kendall!’

The thunderous roar of the Roy patriarch bellowed out from the southern anteroom of the imposing mansion, making the two of you jump apart in alarm. ‘Kendall!’ The second roar seemed all the more curdling; the handful of fireflies still dancing underneath the stretched violet hue of the sunset dissipated, flying away between the cracks of the oncoming starlight. Ken rubs his cheek with a sad hand, sliding his palm over the stubble beginning to grow there. He clambers back away from you until he’s resting at your side again, as if his heels have been cracked with a whip. The dull tide of the pool drowns his drooping eyes in a shrouded tomb.

‘Where the fuck is that kid!’

It breaks your heart to feel Kendall’s arm shake against you.

‘You don’t have to go, Ken.’

You reach out and take his fingers in a desperate plea, playing with their tips. His thumb rubs against the edge of your palm in the last show of devotion he can muster. He blinks, and blinks again, before looking back at you. It scares you.

‘I have to. I have to.’

He says the words, and yet there’s no emotion in them. The faraway look has come back, and Kendall Roy says nothing more as he lets you go and turns away from the light of your hideout to trudge back off towards the pool, and the bloated, blotting form of his father.

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scarletttries · 1 year

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Kendall Roy (Succession) Fluff Alphabet

Pairing: Kendall Roy (Succession) x Reader

Rating: Pure Fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

Author's Note: After doing lots of writing over Christmas, and having a few weeks off in a busy January I am now back with a post for all my succession babies and theybies 🥰 So I hope you enjoy some Kendall cuteness, and consider my inbox open for alphabets and requests for Kendall and the other characters I write for! :)

a - affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

Kendall feels no reservations about showering you with affection in private, draping himself across your lap at every opportunity, singing your praises each second his lips aren't pressed against yours. It's a floodgate opening from years of hidden warmth and humanity, pouring over you in an almost overwhelming force, a test of whether or not you can handle the needs of his heart or if you'll cast him aside like all the rest - but you never would. In public his affection is mostly limited to a firm hand on your lower back as he guides you through a party, and the slight smile that creeps across his face every time you say his name, like you truly know the man behind it.

b - beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do you think is beautiful about them?)

In the world of lavish riches that Kendall's used to, beautiful people are everywhere, revered like just another display of opulence. So when he's captivated by the beauty of your mind, body and soul, you know it's anything but shallow. Your selfless spirit would be the first thing he grew to admire, then the warmth with which you treat others, desperate to place himself in the centre of its glow. Every kindness you extend would only have him falling deeper, truly convinced you are the closest thing to an angel he was ever going to meet.

When it comes to Kendall, it's his humour and joy that you find the most captivating. The way he constantly makes you laugh and smile, saying the most ridiculous thing he can think of regardless of who's around to overhear.

c- cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

Ken not only likes to cuddle, but absolutely requires it. Your touch grounds him on his worst days like nothing else ever has. Burying himself in your chest as your arms drape over him has Kendall feeling the kind of safety and comfort he didn't quite realise he'd been missing all his life until he found it with you. The only difficult part is getting him off your lap when it's time to do literally anything else, having to practically squirm out of his arms as they chase your outline and try to drag you back against his aching chest.

d - dates (what are dates with them like? do they plan them out or are they spontaneous?)

When you first start dating, everything with him is a little bit of a performance. Elaborate dates planned well in advanced, exclusive access to VIP areas, the newest clubs, courtside seats to any game you want. And it's impressive and it's fun and Kendall feels like he's winning you over, like finally all his money and power are getting him something good. Until he realises that when he meets you for a last minute coffee, just sitting for 20 minutes in a crowded café, hurriedly sharing the stories of your day before you each need to head back to work, you both have just as good of a time. Because all that matters is that you're together. So he starts to take it down a notch, lots of movie nights at home, and cuddling up in quiet corners at the back of small bars, drinking cheap beer and laughing together. And he falls even more in love with you, realising that there's not a single experience that isn't special when you're by his side.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Kendall feels like losing and rejection have been important constants in his life, despite his best efforts, so when he realises another good thing he has is about to end, he would face it with a certain quiet acceptance. He feels like the kind of guy who would choose disappearing over a real goodbye, opting for the easier, cowardly way out, rather than confronting the harsh reality that sometimes things don't work out the way we want.

f - fiancée (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

After his first failed marriage it would take a lot for Ken to risk facing all that heartbreak again, but when he realises that he doesn't want to spend his life without you then he'd start to weigh up the option again, maybe begging Rava to meet him for a coffee and help him learn from his past mistakes.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Kendall wants to seem like he's cool and easy-going, like if he gets knocked down he'll be able to get back up again without anyone else's help. But the closer you get, the more he lets you see the real him, and the more you start to realise just how fragile he is. And so you're gentle with him, in both your words and your actions; telling him you're proud of how he's trying his best, softly sweeping your fingers over the nape of his neck when you notice the frown lines creasing his forehead, being a source of calm reassurance in an extraordinary life. Kendall picks up on this, and responds in kind, treating you with the only delicate touch appropriate for the most precious thing in his life.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

It doesn't matter if you've been apart all day, or if you left the room for 30 seconds, Kendall would greet you with a hug either way. As he encircles your waist and clutches you tightly, it almost feels like he's trying to stop you from slipping away, disappearing from his life like all those who showed him kindness before you. His hugs are plentiful, meaningful, and to him an almost sacred act.

i - injury (how would they act if they got hurt?)

Kendall's instinct when it comes to feeling almost anything, is to numb it, and that applies to pain too. You'd probably find him clutching a bottle, or something stronger, disappointed in himself and feeling he deserved whatever pain he'd ended up in. You'd have to pry his chosen vice carefully from his hand before encompassing him in your loving embrace, reminding him that he needs to let you look after him so that he can keep being there for you. That role in your life is enough to make him crack a smile, which quickly descends into vulnerable sobs as the walls come crashing down.

If you have even the slightlest injury, Kendall is frankly a bit useless. Zero first aid training, or common sense, would have him calling a private ambulance at the slightest sign of discomfort, knowing you are too important to risk anything being wrong.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they're jealous?)

Kendall sees green more than he likes to admit, feeling like everyone in every room is just staring at you both and wondering how they can take you away from him. His fear of driving you away would be enough to stop him saying anything when an overly friendly party-goer compliments your outfit for the third time that night. You can feel the tightening grip on your waist as he laughs at your slightly flustered reaction, taking the first appropriate moment to slip away to a quiet corner, dragging Kendall behind you until you are alone enough to steal a kiss, the lingering taste on his lips a reminder that you only have eyes for each other.

k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to be kissed?)

From the moment you catch him off-guard by wrapping your arms around his neck at the end of your first date, pressing your soft warm lips against his, Kendall has been chasing them every time you pull away. He's absolutely the kind to always ask for one more kiss when you need to leave, and then another one more, until he's dragging you back onto his lap and finding your tongue with his, forcing back a smile that tells you you're going to be late again.

He loves the way it feels to have you trailing kisses down his chest and neck, but if he had his way your lips would never leave his, his hands finding your cheeks, combing through your hair, anything to keep you where he craves you most.

l - love language (what is their love language?)

Kendall loves to show his affection through gifts, having resources that few else in the world could even imagine. And he's an exceptional gift giver, not just choosing something lavish and expensive, but something he knows you'll value and that'll show that he really knows and listens to your wants.

I think when it comes to receiving love, Kendall doesn't really care about receiving gifts, though he would be appreciative of anything you did get him. Tied runner-ups would be Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch, his need for affection and reassurance clear from the outset of your relationship. But the number one way he'd want you to show your love would be Quality Time - just be there for him. Let him be his most authentic and relaxed self, and stay by side, no matter what you're doing. Every hour that he passes in your company just adds to the slowly growing confidence that you really do like him for him, and that this is a life he could have with you.

m - mornings (how are mornings spent with them?)

Kendall lives a life of late nights and difficult mornings, so it might fall to you to get the coffee going of a morning, luring him slowly out of the bed with the promise of your company in the shower if he promises not to make you late for work again (that's the only promise to you he's ever broken.)

n - nights (how are nights spent with them?)

It feels like when the sun goes down Kendall's day actually starts. Prepare yourself for galas and parties, clubs and galleries, a whole host of events that will dominate your calendar, but knowing how much Ken needs you by his side means you don't begrudge attending a single one. The best part is when it finally becomes a socially acceptable hour to leave, him squeezing your hand twice as a signal to yawn and start saying your goodbyes so the two of you can get back to his sprawling penthouse and curl up together in peace.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

The first few times you meet Kendall, you can tell most of what he does is a front he presents to the world, shielding the scared little boy behind those walls. As you start to get closer, maybe offering him a little sincerity to slip past the initial defences, he begins to reciprocate, ignoring the voice in his head that tells him that anything he reveals will just be used against him. When you don't run at that glimpse of the real Kendall, he's all in, ready to bare his soul to you, needing you to know everything about him like your approval will absolve everything that came before you. And just when you think you've heard it all, be prepared for him to tell you a childhood story with a hollow laugh that'll break your heart all over again.

p - patience (how patient are they usually? what tends to wear their patience thin?)

Kendall's rarely had to wait for anything in his life, so sometimes his patience can fade quicker than he'd like. He might get a little snippy after a long day, feeling like sometimes you just can't understand the pressure he's under, but it doesn't take long before he's apologising and begging you to forgive him for speaking to you that way, knowing the more time you spend having each other's backs, the less Kendall grows frustrated at his situation and himself.

q - quality time (how do they like to spend with you?)

There's never a shortage of amazing things planned in your life with Kendall, but when you have the perfect day together it's often just the both of you staying in at his place. Before you came into his life, his penthouse never felt like a pent-home, but that all changes the first time you spend a whole day draped across his couch together, doing 'nothing'. That usually looks like you making a shared playlist and blasting it through his speakers, bass turned all the way up as you show how to make a home-cooked meal. You'll narrate a movie to him while he shows you outrageously expensive shoes he wants to buy and makes you help him pick which colours to order. Finally you end up resting your head on his chest as you both know you should just go to bed, but he can't quite bring himself to let such a perfect day end, knowing he could live with any way his life worked out if he got to spend it with you.

r - remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

It's hard for Kendall to picture your relationship as anything but an ongoing stretch of sheer bliss, but he can't help the smile that flushes his cheeks when he remembers the first time he realised just how completely you could see through his father's falsehoods. It might have because you refused to show any reaction to his caustic comments, the backhanded compliments handled with grace, until finally he had to slink away without driving the wedge between you and Kendall that he had hoped to, your patience and kindness clearly the only superpower that defeat the villain Ken had spent his whole life bullied by.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

There are so many things in his life Kendall wants to protect you from; his siblings, his parents, his work, his reputation, even himself. At first he'd try to compartmentalise your relationship, keeping it away from all the complexities in his life so it could remain safe and unmarred. But you were the first to point out that you wanted to support Kendall in all his life, not just the easy parts, so gradually he had to face the risk of exposing you to everything he was dealing with. He watched as you unflinchingly accepted all of these bizarre characters and turns, turning from someone he wanted to protect, to the person that made him feel safe to be himself. And now when his instincts scream to keep you out of the Roy line of fire, he knows you can handle his life, even better than he ever did without you.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

No matter how much you insist that Kendall's money and connections aren't what matters about him to you, prepare to be absolutely spoiled at every possibility. He's not used to having someone he can worship entirely, and providing offerings to your sacred altar as a token of his faith in your love is the one thing Kendall knows he can do better than anyone.

u - upset (how do they act when you're upset? how do they act when they're upset?)

Kendall's not used to people actually showing it when they're upset, spending his childhood living by the 'stiff-upper-lip' mentality, so when he sees you genuinely and sincerely upset he'd be able to feel his once-guarded heart breaking in two for you. He'd crumble at your side, hovering his hand next to yours, for fear even a tiny touch would damage you further. He'd be at your side in soft silence for as long as it took until you could tell him what was wrong, letting him trace the route of your tears with his thumb as he nervously rattles off a thousand things he could do to try and help with how you're feeling, letting out a shaky sigh of relief when a small smile breaks through your dark clouds at his words.

When Kendall's upset you'd be presented with an empty shell of a man, chasing anything that might just make him feel again. Wrap him in a blanket, hold his head in your lap, run your fingers through his hair, and don't leave his side. Every second you pass being there for him is a second that whatever is on his mind feels a little easier, until finally he's ready to face the world again, as long as you're there with him.

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

I think Kendall likes to stay in shape for appearances, but more than caring about looks, Kendall just really enjoys fashion. It's a way he can show off a little part of who he is, the creative mind he rarely gets to put to use. As far as how you look, Kendall's never seen anyone more perfect for him, and he just loves to see you in whatever makes you feel confident and comfortable.

w - wildcard (a random headcanon for them.)

Kendall puts an inordinate amount of effort to be friends with your friends. He'd pay such close attention whenever you spoke about them, and the first time he joined you on a casual games night or bar crawl it would be one of his favourite nights ever. He's so used to people only being his friend because they want something from him, so being surrounded with people that genuinely want to get to know him, who laugh and share jokes and stories with no ulterior motive, no malice and spite - he'd quickly be rushing to get all their details so he could plan the next time you'd all meet together again. Every birthday party, every night out, every brunch - Kendall's there.

x - x-ray (how easily are they able to read you?)

He'd always be able to tell when you were hiding something from him, recognising the slightly dishonest look that he was practically raised on - but he'd never know quite what to say to find out what was behind that look. Gradually after a day spent quietly perched by your side, you'd usually take mercy on the downtrodden man and tell him what was on your mind, the secret you'd tried to keep weighing on you much less heavily than having to hide something from your 'Dall.

y - yuck (what things do you do that they hate?)

Once Kendall falls for you, his heart is truly and completely yours, and there's not much you could do that he wouldn't find a way to love. That being said, if he ever overheard you getting along with his siblings, he might just feel his stomach turn in unease.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

By the time Kendall gets to bed, he's usually exhausted and ready to completely crash, so more often than not he's pleading with you to help him out of his shirt, and his tired, restless hands try to return the favour, clutching at the folds of fabric that cover your body until he's so tired you wake up the next morning with his hand still desperately clinging to the white shirt that falls from your shoulders.

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shivysugarbaby · 11 months

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Professor Kendall finding out reader has a praise kink…

You’re not the most subtle about your attraction towards Professor Roy, so he catches on quickly. He clocks the way you shiver and blush at any ounce of attention he throws your way. He finds it flattering that such an intelligent, passionate, and beautiful woman would be so affected by just his words. He’s yearning for more.

One day he has you come to a private one-on-one to discuss your upcoming paper. Once you finish laying out your thesis statement and rough draft, Kendall responds with a sly “Atta girl. I knew you would impress me.”

A soft nervous moan leaves your lips from the praise, embarrassed, you try to cover with a cough but Kendall sees right through your charade. “Don’t get bashful with me honey, I already know how much you like it when I’m sweet on you.”

You could die. Your heart is beating viciously and your ears are ringing. Nothing around you feels real, the only thing you can focus on is Kendall and the way he’s looking at you. His face is stoic and cold but his eyes are a contradicting mixture of menacing and wholesome. Like he wants to melt you from the inside. As try to speak, a colleague of Kendall’s comes into the room asking if they could speak to Kendall for a quick second.

Before Ken can respond with a haste “No.” you stand up, “We actually just finished. He’s all yours.” Although your body is now relaxed after fleeing the embarrassing scene, there’s a flicker of regret in your chest.

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loveandthings11 · 1 year

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I just woke up from a dream, i was going to the panini shop to get my friend and me paninis, and who was helping in the shop - Ken. and as i was struggling with what to take, he was just smiling. and then he suggested me something and made it on the house. I guess it was good cuz i came next morning again - and i woke up.. Buuuut i was thinkingg then… :) :) :) i came next morning again and he suggested me something new, and then he invited me to come after working hours so he could show me his secret for good paninis… and yeah a lot of stuff could happen there :) (he is still kendall roy with a suit but he only helps there to keep his imaginary family italian tradition going.. )

Ok so Kendall is visiting the restaurant so he can oversee things and assess the financial situation and overall customer experience even though he’s not usually in Italy. He normally just deals with the financials from New York but he has to keep an eye on things sometimes so he can report back to his dad on how this side of the family is managing things. He didn’t think much when he said that he could show you how to make paninis, he just said something to try to get you to come back. So when you actually show up that night, you realize he does not even know where the bread is because his job is numbers and looking hot in a suit 🫶🏻

At first he just says he knows a place around the corner that has wine that will “fucking rearrange your brain chemistry.” You’re from here so you agree that it’s incredible, but when you say sort of shyly that you’d rather stay here with him, he looks at you for a long moment before he decides to tell you the truth. He smiles and says that he actually doesn’t know anything about cooking and he thought about having staff stay late but he wanted to be alone with you.

So you laugh and he nods along even though he doesn’t like that he wasn’t prepared. And you say not to worry because you’ll figure it out for the two of you. And you’re the one who finds the bread and puts it in the panini maker. Just when you think you have the power, Kendall digs out the right recipes and asks you to get all the ingredients that he can see are on lower shelves so he can check you out in the little flouncy skirt you wore. It takes you a minute to realize what he’s doing but when he keeps saying, “Oh, we’re going to need more of that, can you get another one?” with that impossible smirk on his face, you match his flirtiness, leaning down slowly to pick up what he tells you to without breaking eye contact.

You talk about light topics to start getting to know each other over truly amazing paninis, but you can feel the connection. He jokes that he can’t believe you’re having sandwiches for dinner and he wants to fly you out when he goes back to New York to show you a proper dinner and maybe some dessert 😘

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 1 year

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Kendall Roy angst or fluff with scenario m (keeping the relationship a secret) please

Illicit Affair.

m. Keeping the relationship a secret

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested. my baby kendall - all i want for him is a happy ending :( sorry lukas, but kennys my boy <3

Pairing - Kendall Roy x Matsson!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing, cheating

Word Count - 650

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You're practically vibrating with anticipation.

The Roys are coming to the annual retreat in Norway to attempt to finalise the GoJo deal with your husband, Lukas.

In approximately 20 minutes, you're going to be face to face with Kendall Logan Roy.

The love of your life.

Admittedly, having an affair with one of your husbands business rivals wasn't on your to-do list. However, the first time you met Kendall, you knew it was inevitable.

You are irreversibly, undeniably, completely illicitly in love with a man who's not your husband.

It's been surprisingly easy to sneak around. Bathrooms, back rooms, offices with the blinds closed. Fleeting touches, momentary eye contact, silent communication. Every time Kendall looks at you, he lights your nerve endings on fire.

You both know it's doomed to fail. You'll have to end it privately, or you'll get caught and have to end it publicly. It doesn't stop you, though.

The Roys arrive, and you all go about formal greetings and passive aggressive hellos. The entire time, Kendall's eyes are locked on you, completely unflinching. Your husband is too preoccupied to notice the man looking at his wife like she hung the stars in the sky.

Kendall nods his head subtly, signalling in the direction of the bedrooms. You tap your watch, giving him a signal - wait for me. He grabs his bags and goes to unpack, while you mill around, waiting for your chance to leave.

Finally, the small talk dies down, and you find your opportunity.

"I'm going to go and catch up with a few of their team," you tell Lukas. "Haven't seen them in a while."

He knows you're fairly friendly with people like Jess, as you've seen her often. He doesn't question it, just presses a kiss to your cheek distractedly, walking off to talk to Gerri and Frank.

You slink down the hallways, practically running to Kendall's door. You barely knock once before it swings open, strong arms pulling you inside.

Kendall cradles your face in his hands, and looks at you carefully.

"Hi," he whispers, breaking out into a grin.

"Hi, yourself," you whisper back, smiling like a madwoman.

He pulls you into his arms, his warmth seeping into your skin. He smells like musk and fresh soap and that cologne you gifted him for his birthday last year.

"Missed you," you murmur into his chest, tightening your grip.

"I missed you," he replies into your hair. "So fucking much."

"Don't leave it so long next time," you beg. "I'm going insane here without you."

"I'm sorry, honey" he mutters, pulling back to look at you. "Everything's been fucking crazy."

You throw your arms around his neck, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

"I'm sorry about your dad, Ken," you say against his mouth. "He was the fucking worst, but he was still your father."

"Finally," he chuckles. "Someone who gets it."

He kisses you harder this time, one hand tangling in your hair. The other caresses your cheek, thumb stroking soothing circles.

"Promise me something."

"Anything, sweetheart. Anything."

"Whatever happens with this shit - promise me it won't affect us. I'm not losing you over a fucking business deal, Ken," you plead.

He smiles gently - a rare and beautiful sight.

"You are the only thing in this entire world that I am sure of," he reassures. "I don't give a fuck about this deal, or your husband. I care about you. Just you."

You kiss him in reply, lost in the way you fit together so perfectly. You're like two pieces of the same puzzle, twin flames that have finally found each other.

"I swear, when this is over, I'm moving you to New York. It'll be me and you against the world."

You must look unsure, because he continues.

"Fuck the rest of them."

"Fuck the rest of them," you grin. "Me and you against the world, Kendall Roy."

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salbei-141 · 4 months

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Be honest with me (Roman Roy x reader)

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word count: 1.1k

warnings: 18+, pure fluff and comfort, mentions of verbal abuse

a/n: Inactivity who? A rare update I know lol. Anyway y’all I’m so in love with him - honestly in love with all the Roy siblings, but Romulus got a special place in my heart <3

I love how late I jump onto writing trends for characters, but in my defence I've had this in the drafts for MONTHS. Anyway, hope you enjoy my loves <3

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The apartment was silent, it felt too out of character, especially for Roman. The both of you lay in silence on his bed, still in today's clothes.

You move your hand slowly - scared that a sudden movement would cause him to suddenly get up and leave without warning. Tentatively, you inch your fingers onto his own - he said nothing, nor did he move. Gaining more confidence and desperate to comfort him knowing how loud his mind must be right now - you encapsulate his hand within your own. They’re soft and warm - Roman was always warm to touch. You feel his hand squeeze your own back - still no words being said.

You take a deep breath, feeling the need to break the silence finally, but before you can, Roman cuts you off.

“Please don’t,” his voice came out weak - he was usually so quick witted…he just sounded tired.

“Okay,” your voice was soft - a complete dichotomy to the tone he was used to from his father and siblings.

Another 30 minutes went by in complete silence - the both of your steady breaths being the only thing heard. Your hand still lay in his - he hadn't moved an inch unless it was to gently squeeze your hand every so often.

You turn on your side, slipping your hand out of his - he still didn't move. You decided to move closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder and draping your right arm across his chest that rose up and down with each breath he took.

You studied his face - he looked like he wanted to push you off of him, and yet simultaneously he was aching to pull you closer to him. Your touch was the only touch he felt safe feeling - you'd never hurt him, and he never doubted that thought for a second, but he was just so used to being alone and pushing people away.

You were desperate to hear his voice, to understand what was running through his head. You knew he was probably going to say some stupid quip to hide how he really felt, but you'd see straight through him; he knew this and it was the scariest thing to him - that you actually saw him.

"Ro...," you were gentle - a part of him just wanted you to shout at him and tell him he was a waste of space just like his father had - it was all he knew. However, you were just too kind, you actually cared for him, and not in the way his father cared for him - if you could call it that - but in a way that was so genuine and pure that it felt wrong to him, but he craved every second of it.

His gaze moved from the ceiling to your worried face - you looked beautiful he thought, he had always thought you were the most beautiful person he knew. "Yeah," his voice sounded small and tired.

"Are you okay?" the question was stupid, you knew he wasn't, but you wondered if he'd answer you honestly - if for once he'd be vulnerable with you, and truly let you into what was going through his mind.

"What? Pfft yeah I'm fine, real fucking good...just thinking about who has bigger tits - you or Gerri...I think Gerri does," there it was...he couldn't be honest with you for a minute if he tried - he'd rather say some crude shit and hope you'd be weirded out enough like everyone else and just leave him so he could avoid sharing his emotions.

You sat up, leaning on one hand as you stared down at him while he tried to avoid your gaze which was slowly glazing over with unshed tears. "Roman...please I-...can you just be honest with me?" your voice had a slight shake - scared that you were going to push him over the edge and he'd run.

He made eye contact with you, his heart clenching in his chest, no one had made him feel the way you could make him feel, and that scared him. He didn't know what to do - his mind was screaming so many things at him all at once that he couldn't really make a decision, so he stayed silent.

Several minutes passed of you both just holding each other's gaze then he opened his mouth tentatively, "Why do you care about me? Why can't you just call me a freak or a perv and leave?" You watched as his eyes reddened and glazed over as he tried his hardest not to cry in front of you. Had you cracked him? It felt bittersweet that he might finally just be honest with you, but the pain in his eyes was tearing at your heart.

You smiled, giggling softly as you lifted a hand to his cheek and wiped away a singular tear that had managed to fall, watching as he turned his face to meet your caress - he trusted you. "Because I fucking love you Roman".

"But why?" he interrupted you like a child would trying to understand such a foreign concept that you were trying to explain.

"There's no reason - I mean there is, you're...you. I love you Roman." You were so soft with him, it felt alien to him. It broke you that he couldn't fathom the concept of someone genuinely loving him, and in such a pure way too. This love wasn't like the love from his father, nor from his siblings - it was something so foreign that he couldn't understand it, but he liked it...he liked this.

You laid back down beside him, "Come here Ro...please" your eyes had such a soft stare - they were so warm and inviting, he couldn't object to the embrace you were offering him.

Roman inched across the bed over into your arms, wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his face in your chest, while you wrapped an arm around his back, holding him close to you. You fell into a comfortable silence, holding each other without a care in the world - it was just the both of you.

"I love you too, you know?" he muttered it so quietly that it almost went unheard, but a smile spread across your face at his confession. You knew that he had probably been having an internal argument with himself on whether or not he was actually going to say it to you; without any sarcasm too.

You felt your heart fluttering in your chest and you pulled him closer to you, "Yeah I know". You tilted your head down slightly and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. He went to open his mouth to say some sarky comment, but immediately shut it - he didn't need to feel defensive around you, not now, and not ever.

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kendallroydefender · 2 months

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Somewhere only we know - Chapter 14 (Kendall Roy x Reader)

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Series summary: You met Kendall when you were six years old. You have spent every summer together and now years later you and him are still just as close.

This story follows Kendall and his best friend through their lives. Will they realize their feelings for each other before it’s too late?

Chapter summary: Kendall comes back from rehab and plans a weekend trip with you…

Authors Notes: I’m so exited for you to read this chapter! I really really hope you’ll like it!! 🤍

Wordcount: 2.9K

It’s been nine weeks since you’ve been to Denmark to drop Kendall off and today he will come back to New York. You’ve been feeling giddy the whole week in anticipation of seeing him. Like a sixteen year old seeing her crush after a school break again.

You’ve been in this situation before but back then it was different, there weren’t feelings like these involved, back then he was just your best friend and you weren’t in love with him.

You meet Fikret downstairs. You have called him a few days ago to ask him to stop by yours before he goes to get Kendall. You also told him not to tell Kendall about your plan to surprise him at the airport.

You’re growing more nervous with each minute you’re closer to the airport. What if this was a bad idea? What if whatever was happening between the two of you was over?

But he’s your best friend, even if he doesn’t have feelings for you he will be happy to see you.

You fiddle with your fingers as you watch his plane land. A few minutes later you see the door open and Kendall steps out. He’s wearing headphones and some casual clothes that look incredibly soft. You can’t help the smile taking over your face. When he comes closer to the car you open the door and hurry out of the vehicle.

”Kenny!“ you scream as you rush towards him, his mouth is ajar for a moment before a big smile appears on his face.

Just like last time you can’t help to jump into his arms. He holds you close and buries his face into your hair.

”You’re here!“ he says

”You’re here!“ you answer and let out a watery chuckle

”God I’ve missed you!“ he tells you. You tell him you missed him too. You don’t tell him how you’ve slept in his shirts since he left, how you’ve replayed voice notes he’d sent you over the time.

When he lets you down you stay close to each other. Your eyes wandering over each others face.

He looks so good. Healthy and his hair has grown quite a bit. His eyes are shining and his skin is glowing more. You hug him again before you make your way to the waiting car.

You drive over to his apartment.

You order food from his favorite place and he tells you about rehab, he got into Yoga and a little bit into Buddhism.

At some point you fall asleep on his couch, your face squished slightly into a pillow and Kendall feels emotional. He missed you so much and despite your fear his feelings for you seem to have grown even more in the time. He pushes a strand of hair out of your face with a small smile.

He’s going to ask you out soon. If you were anyone else he would have made a move already. He is usually good at this but with you it is different. It’s more important, if he messes this up he will loose one of the most important persons in his life. But he also has to do it, it got more clear in his time away that this is a good thing.

Careful he wakes you a little bit to get you to move to the bed, nobody thought you would leave tonight.

When you’re in bed, in his clothes and wrapped in his arms you notice how relieved you feel.

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Kendall seems good since he came back home, he’s happier and more playful, always joking around with his siblings and with you. He’s also sober and healthy. You’re so happy to see him like this again. He’s going to LA some days of the week to work on the hundred, the company he’s working on with Shiv and Roman.

A few days ago Kendall had told you to clear your calendar for the weekend. He wouldn’t tell you more about what he had planned, just that you should bring some clothes.

You arrive and see Kendall standing next to a helicopter.

”Okay, Ken what the fuck?“ he chuckles a little

”Get in, I have a surprise for you.“

You eye him curiously, climbing into it.

He refuses to give you any more details to where you’re going. You look outside the window when suddenly it dawns on you where you’re going, some of the landscape is very familiar to you from all the years you’ve seen it as a child.

”We’re going to the Hamptons?“ you ask turning towards him - he gives you a nod. He seems kind of nervous. But seeing you smile at him seems to relax him.

After landing you breathe in the coastal air. You haven’t been here enough these last years, you miss this place.

”Can we take a walk? Theres something, uh, something I need to share with you.“ He asks and you nod as you start walking down the path leading to the sea. You smile when you spot the small garden shed.

Kendall eyes it too, but you can tell he’s nervous. You furrow your brows a little. The last time he asked you to talk about something was after Shivs wedding and that isn’t a moment you like to remember. You’re not worried about your friendship right now though, you know he wouldn’t do that again, he’s doing so much better. But you are curious about what is going on.

When you reach the beach he takes your hand. There are not many people around, it’s not yet beach season. You like holding his hand, always have.

”Uh, yeah, I just wanted to say thank you, I guess.“ Kendall starts

”Ken, you don’t have to thank me for anything.“ you shake your head.

”No, I have to. You- you’ve always been there for me, even in the worst, uh, worst times. And I’m just uh, just so fucking thankful that I know that there’s someone in my corner.“

You feel your heart soar hearing this. His voice sounds so sincere and laced with emotion

”Of course. I love you, Kendall.“

He lets out an exhaled chuckle

”I love you too. But, uh, I- I am in love with you.“ he states his eyes finding yours again

Kendall is still nervous but he also feels like a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

You feel like your heart stops beating for a moment

”Really?“ you ask even though you know he means it, you can hear it.

”Yeah, really.“

”God, Kendall I am in love with you too.“

Your fingertips lightly touch, it’s weird since you’ve touched a million times but suddenly you feel a little shy.

You intertwine your fingers and he steps a little closer, you take a breath and look up to find him already looking at you, a soft smile on his face. This eases you a little, it’s still Kendall and you. There’s no reason to be nervous. He lets go of your hands, one now resting on your hip while the other cups your cheek. Your hands find his chest. Shining eyes looking at each other before he leans in. He doesn’t connect your lips immediately, your lips almost touch and you can’t wait anymore so you kiss him. Kendall takes a deep breath through his nose and you two melt into the kiss. It feels like fireworks going off in your stomach but at the same time it feels like coming home. Your last time kissing Kendall was decades ago, this was a long time brewing. Your hand goes to the back of his neck, playing with his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

When you have to break you stay close.

He gives you a small kiss before

”Come on, i have another surprise for you.“

”Wow I’m really getting spoiled today.“

He has a dinner planned, his chefs are already at your parents place. He got the keys from your mom a few days ago, he didn’t tell her what he had planned exactly just that you he wanted to go there with you for the weekend.

When you enter the house you see that the lights are dimmed and the table is set. A smile spreading on your lips. You look at him with adoration in your eyes, he gives you a small shrug and love sick smile.

He pushes your chair towards the table when you sit down, while he walks to his side of the table you look around. There are a candles lit around the room and you’re sure this was Jess doing.

The food is amazing but you only have eyes for your best friend, who is your boyfriend now you guess.

After the food you two move onto the living room, talking on the couch, you’re wrapped in his arms. You laugh at something he said and when the conversation slows you turn a little so that you can kiss him. You’ve missed kissing him. Your slow kisses soon turn into a make out. It feels good having him so close again.

”Let’s go up.“ Kendall mumbles between kisses and you give him a nod. It’s stupid considering your age but you feel kind of nervous.

In the guestroom he kisses you again, deeply while you move backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You lie down and he adjusts so he’s laying over you, resting on his arms that cage your head.

”I love you.“ you almost whisper, looking into his dark eyes, they’re shining.

”I love you too.“ he says kissing you ”So fucking much.“ he adds before kissing you deeply. This time his hand wanders down your body, slowly, until he reaches the hem of your shirt. He parts to look at you and you bite your lip while nodding. When he pulls your shirt over your head your fingers find the buttons of his dress shirt.

When you’re left with no clothing on, you lay back with your back against the bed. Kendall keeps sitting between your legs. He looks over your naked body

”You’re like a, uh, fucking work of art, I swear.“ he says, fingertips tracing over your skin. Over your collarbone, your breasts down your stomach until they reach the soft skin of your clit. You take a sharp inhale and his eyes connect with yours.

He starts circling your clit and y

After a few moments he thrusts his fingers into you and you gasp at the sudden sensation, his thumb now drawing circles.

You feel the hot pit in your stomach

”Oh, Ken- fuck- Kendall I’m close.“ you stumble over your words

”Come for me pretty girl.“ he tells you

You clench around his fingers.

After you come down from your high you

pull him down so your lips connect again.

”Need to feel you, Ken.“ you whisper, your fingers dancing around the hem of his pants.

Kendall wastes no time taking his own clothes off. The sex isn’t rushed and fast, you know you’ll have time later to fuck like that. Now you’re just taking your time with each other. Basking in the feeling while being so close.

Afterwards you lay in his arms as you feel yourself getting more and more tired.

You let the day play back in your mind. You feel like its meant to be that he did it here. These houses have been the witness to the life of you and Kendall and it feels right that they’re now part of this new chapter too.

The next morning you wake up at around nine, the sun is coming softly through the blinds. A smile spreads on your face as the yesterday comes back to your mind. You feel Kendall’s chest pressed against your back, his strong arms wrapped around you, his nose buried in your neck. You just lay there for a while, basking in the moment until you feel him pressing a few kisses onto your shoulder.

”Hmm good morning, Kenny.“ you hum

”Good morning Honey.“ he says back. When you turn there are matching smiles on both your faces. You lean in first to give him a kiss.

When do you have to go?“ you ask a bit later, he grins at you ”Monday, around 5.“ you turn your head to look up at him ”Really?“ he nods, it’s Saturday morning. ”Are you seeing the kids this weekend?“ you ask and Kendall shakes his head ”No, they’re visiting their grandma.“ a grin appears on your face ”So we have the whole weekend?“ Kendall kisses you quickly, he can never get enough of the fact that he can do it now, before answering ”The whole weekend, baby.“ and the small giggle you let out is like music to him. You keep making out for a bit, just lazily kissing while being cuddled together.

You sit on your kitchen counter, originally you went to the kitchen to cook something but then Kendall followed you and now he’s standing between your legs pressing kiss after kiss to your lips and you find yourself enjoying it too much to stop him. It’s light between you two, just giddy happiness radiating off of you. Your hands are behind his neck, his resting on your hips. ”Kenny, we have to stop if we want something to eat.“ and he feels weak in his knees hearing you call him by the nickname. It made everything so real, you were here for most of his life and finally things had

”Let’s order something.“ he gets out quickly before going back in to connect your lips. He feels you smile into the kiss. ”Okay.“ you mumble before he picks you up to carry you back to your bedroom.

You have been acting like horny teenagers since you confessed to each other. But it’s good, you’re happy and you can tell Kendall is too. Tuning the world out for this weekend and just find yourself in your own little blissful bubble feels good. You both need this.

You straddle him, thumbs on his cheeks softly going back and forth as you gaze into his eyes. These beautiful hazel eyes you could spend hours studying and wouldn’t ever get bored, the eyes you have known for most of your life.

”Is this real?“ you can’t help but mumble, one side of his mouth rises a little ”Yeah, can’t believe it either.” He leans forward to kiss you again

”You have bo idea how long I’ve wanted this.“ you tell him, your voice is laced with emotion.

”We have to communicate better this time.“ you say and he nods

”I guess I should tell you that I had a huge crush in college then.“

”Me too.“ you tell him

”When we, uh, when we hooked up?“ he asked and you nodded

”Yeah and afterwards, around the time we were graduating.“

”I- I almost asked you out at the graduation party. Had planned to for weeks, Stewy helped me.“ he tells you and you furrow your brows

”Why didn’t you?“

”Shanghai. I didn’t wanted you to have to do long distance.“ and your heart gets a little crack

”Kendall, of course I would have done it for you.“ he smiles

”But we shouldn’t dwell on the what if’s, we have enough time now.“ you caress his cheek before you kiss him again.

The kiss is soft, you feel him smile into it

”What?“ you breathe when you have to break away

”Nothing, I’m just happy.“ he tells you and you have to grin

”Me too. So, so happy.“

He cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin

”It’s really us.“

”It is.“ you say smile widening

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”We should tell Stewy.“ you say scrolling through twitter when a post from him pops up.

It’s a few days later and you have gotten back home three days ago. It’s needless to say that you haven’t spent the night on your own since then. After work you two meet at either of your homes and spend the rest of the day and the night together.

”He was always on my ass, wanting me to ask you out.“ Kendall admits

You laugh a little

”Yeah he was the same to me. Rava too.“

That brings another though to his mind.

”Uh, when do you want to go public by the way?“

”I don’t care, whenever you want.“ you tell him honestly.

”You- are you sure?“ he asks and you nod

”Ken, I don’t need to hide this relationship and I’m in it for the long haul. If you want to get it out there, do it.“ you tell him before you add

”You’re the one that is a public figure so it’s your call. Just know I’m not ashamed or anything, I want people to know.“

He nods taking in your words

”Not yet. Soon though and i don’t want it to be too serious pr type of announcement, maybe- maybe, uh, a Instagram post or a gala.“

He wants you two stay in your blissful bubble for a while longer, the public probably would find some mean words. He wants to protect you from Mattsons little fans on Twitter who have recently started to take apart everything the siblings did. But he wants to take you as his date to Connor’s wedding wich is coming up in a couple of months.

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degenerateteenagebeautyqueen · 11 months

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writing announcement 💝

i will be starting to update regularly with imagines/one-shots/complete works!!!! MAKE SOME MF NOISEEEEE!!!!

requests will be taken <3 feel free to message me!!

fandoms i will write for: succession, narcos, new girl, star wars, the last of us, and more🩷

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chaithetics · 1 year

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Furtive Hands

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

Word count: 7.3K

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established/secret relationship, smut, fingering, P in V intercourse, some fluff, soft but also kind of dom-ish Stewy? Vague-ish mentions of canonical childhood abuse/trauma, and toxic family dynamics, Logan makes a cameo at the start (deserves its own warning), Logan's death and grief mentioned also Roman being a bit of a douche. I think that's it?

(Reader is technically a Roy because that's how the plot/idea worked but I avoided physical descriptions other than reader having AFAB physical characteristics. You're more than welcome to canon this reader as being adopted or half-siblings with the other Roys. I try to avoid giving physical characteristics and am tempted to continue to code all my readers as readers of colour out of spite due to the lack of intersectionality in fics. My reader in A Cinematic Lover has no physical characteristics other than being chronically ill but is Desi coded.)

Author's Note: I didn't proofread all of it, whoops. This is also my first time writing Stewy and I'm not too sure how I feel about this fic. I don't feel super confident in saying that "I captured his voice" etc. But I adore Stewy Hosseini and Arian Moayed and we need more Stewy fics. Please let me know your thoughts! I'd really appreciate the feedback :)

Like being in the Roy family, being the youngest in the clan had its perks and downfalls. You’d been able to get away most of your life with your father’s wrath directed towards your older siblings but at a certain point when they’d reached adulthood before you and it was quickly redirected towards you. You and your older brother Connor were the only ones to stay out of the family business, Connor was technically more involved than you which said a lot to anyone familiar with the family’s affairs.

Despite being the youngest it would be fair to say you were the most emotionally mature of your siblings (although you could easily admit that’s a very low bar) and the most well-adjusted (again, another relatively low bar). You were a practising clinical psychologist who had of course undergone a bunch of therapy yourself for your childhood trauma. You’d wrapped up a session and were walking a patient out before heading back into your office for your office lunch date when you were interrupted by a booming presence.

“Dad?” You immediately questioned. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here-”

“I thought I’d stop by. See the new office-”

“I’ve had this office for 3 years.” You interjected.

Logan quirked an eyebrow at that, he seemed almost amused at your assertive call out. You had been a louder child like Roman but unlike your brother, you became quieter as a teenager. You knew your father had assumed that was because you didn’t have whatever “deficiency” he believed Roman had and that you’d grown out of it. The reality was, that it was a trauma response and you’d learnt that life was easier with him if you were quiet and made your presence as sparse as possible.

He’d always found playing his games with you particularly interesting due to this, you weren’t as quiet now as you were as a teenager and you weren’t as loud as you were as a child, somewhere in the middle. You could slink off at the few family gatherings you intended to not be questioned or dragged into shop talk. But you still had a known presence and you were the only one of his children who could somewhat confidently cut him off and respond to him with what he’d deem as some sense of calmness. You weren’t as pliant to him as your siblings which made his mind games all the more intriguing to him.

“Right. Well, it’s a nice enough place.”

“Thanks.” You bit your lip as you waited for your father to continue, he didn’t show up for no reason.

You were trying to project a calm facade you were starting to worry for a myriad of reasons. With what was going on with your family this wouldn’t be any pure coincidence. You weren’t the most involved in the family business but you were well aware and received updates from Kendall. But there was also concern over the potential sighting of your lunchtime visitor.

“Well dear, I need you to do something for me.” You tilted your head and your brow furrowed at his words.

“Since when do you need favours? Specifically favours from clinical psychologists?” You questioned.

“It’s to do with your siblings.” Logan spoke flatly as he then sat himself down on one of the armchairs in your waiting room. He was mildly irritated that you hadn’t invited him into your office and that you’d kept that room off limits for him, blocking the doorway to it.

You scoffed at his words and rolled your eyes, one thing was for sure, whatever this was, it wasn’t good.

“Continue.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed at you slightly as he watched you as if it was the first time he was seeing you. He was used to you being uninterested and not the way that Shiv tried to play everything cool with Logan. You were genuinely uninterested, your eyes looked cold.

You had a colder approach with your father in comparison to your siblings, it was healthier and the easiest for you to maintain without being sucked in like they were. It wasn’t a big surprise to anyone that you weren’t impressed with the confrontations that happened in your presence, your siblings had weird concepts and responses of support. But there were the built-in responses as you’d gotten older, Kendall defended and you comforted.

Logan hadn’t always given you a great deal of attention in those moments but he was familiar with your mannerisms as he’d call them now. But today you seemed annoyed, this wasn’t an emotion that Logan felt like he’d seen from his youngest in almost a lifetime. He found it to almost be the most interesting he’d ever found you, he mused that you must know or be hiding something.

“Well, you grew up with Kendall, Roman and Siobhan. You understandably know them well and you have a unique skillset with your area of expertise.” He paused for a moment watching your face as he said that before continuing.

“And?”

“You would’ve made observations of their behaviours over the years. Symptoms-behaviours- whatever the fuck you want to call it. You have the power to diagnose.” You looked at him and the cooler facade you normally actively projected with him was starting to fade into one of horror. “I’d like you to write a piece on that, about your siblings. Their credibility, illnesses. A media circuit perhaps as well. You’re a credible and telling source.”

You stared at your father in silence, you didn’t know what to say to him. This was awful, even for him.

“So?” He broke the silence, his eyes were deadly serious, and his lips were in a small but twisted smirk.

“No. No! Just no…That’s absolutely fucked up. No.” You looked around starting to think about how messed up that your father hadn’t just come up with this idea but that he was willing to do it to his children, your older siblings and drag you into this. “No, and if I did that who would then get the chance to write the think piece on you?” You asked sardonically rubbing your brow.

“Well, I’m sure Shiv could whip up a sequel to her letter on Kendall.” He bit back almost nonchalantly.

“I shouldn’t be surprised but I just can’t get over the fact that you’d do this, that you’d ask me to do this dad. What you did to Kendall after that Board vote, was sick… And again? To all of them?” You were starting to feel nauseous and weaker around him.

“Are you talking to Kendall?” He asked in a cold tone.

“He’s my brother.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“And I’m your father.”

“Unfortunately.” You looked into his eyes and bit your cheek.

He scoffed at that. He’d come in relatively calm, well calm for him but he was quickly becoming agitated at your lack of cooperation.

“He’s a lousy excuse for a son and a brother.”

“Kendall doesn’t interrupt my day of work for a fucked up favour.” You spat out, you weren’t shying away from his gaze even though his presence was getting too much for you. “I think you should leave Dad. I have patients and I need to eat something, I need lunch.”

“Fine. Don’t give my regards to your fucking brother.” He said as he started to get up, you just leaned against the wall.

“Hey-” Stewy’s voice crackled against the thick tension between you and your father as he waltzed into the entryway of your waiting room. He paused for a second as his gaze quickly landed on your father and you. You thought you saw a brief flicker of panic in his eyes but he quickly and efficiently plastered over it.

“And what the fuck are you doing here?” Logan directed at Stewy with a huff and an eye roll. Logan’s concern and suspicion were piqued significantly now as his disappointed gaze flicked over to you.

“Well sir Roy, your deleterious business plans and board meetings are getting a bit too traumatic, that much I now need to see Dr Roy.” Stewy immediately and confidently jumped in, his playful and pointed lie came across smoothly and convincingly. Logan scoffed at that and started to walk out.

“Don’t think about trying any of your peacock philandering with my daughter,” Logan said to Stewy as he walked past him.

“How thoughtful, safe travels sir.” Stewy laughed off Logan’s comment which just seemed to irritate him more.

“Think about it.” Logan said as he looked back at you as he was in the doorway, you just held his gaze for a moment.

“I’ll see you at the wedding.” You calmly stated, he narrowed his eyes again at you for a second and then just walked off.

**********

Stewy wasn’t a patient of yours, he fortunately never had been, that would’ve been a massive ethical violation. He was meeting you at the office for lunch, something that you two often did. It had been vaguely discussed in the past that if somebody ever saw him in your office it could be easy to dismiss it as him being a patient or wanting some kind of psychological consultation relating to work. It was never an excuse that had been needed before today and you were surprised at how quickly Stewy went into that mode and how he simply sold it.

You were sitting on the sofa in your office with your legs in Stewy’s lap, he had an arm over the back of the sofa and his other hand was gently caressing your legs as you recounted the brief visit from your father before Stewy came. Stewy was playful and a bit chaotic but he was also intelligent and he could be serious and thoughtful, which he often was for you.

“I should call Kendall before something happens.” You said looking at Stewy and he nodded, continuing his comforting, soft touches on your sprawled-out legs.

You grabbed your phone and called Kendall, the phone barely rang before it was answered.

“Yo?”

“Dad came by the office earlier today.”

“Oh? What did the old fuck want?” Kendall teased.

“He asked me to write a piece on you, Rome and Shiv. To air out everyone’s laundry, basically ‘diagnose’ you all and try to discredit your side of what’s going on. It was so fucked up Ken.” There was a pause for a moment, you heard Kendall sigh and then inhale. You made eye contact with Stewy who was silent and watching you.

You had a requited soft spot for Kendall. He was your older brother and he was a good one at that. He was fiercely defensive of all his siblings, which he seemed to prioritise over his own trauma and feelings in confrontations with your father. But as the baby of the family and not having the same tongue as your siblings, you suppose you came across as weaker, more vulnerable. You’d concluded a long time ago that this added to the soft spot that Kendall has for you. You also thought subconsciously it was also linked to the fact that you were the most patient and sympathetic sibling he had.

“What did you say?” Kendall finally asked, his voice was more serious now.

“I said no, a bazillion times. I told him it was sick and asked him to leave.”

Ken nodded, and then he remembered that you couldn’t see that.

“That’s pretty fucked up. Not surprising though I guess…”

“Are you with Rome and Shiv?” You asked.

“Uh-huh, they’re in the uh, they’re inside.” Kendall answered quickly.

“Can you tell them?”

“Yeah, sure but-”

“I’m really sorry Ken but I have another patient soon, I just wanted to tell you as soon as I could in case something happened. I didn’t want to do it over text.” You answered.

“Okay, I’ll see you at the rehearsal. Thanks as well.” His second sentence was softer.

“Yeah, of course. See you then.” You then hung up and looked at Stewy.

“Did he sound okay to you?” You asked Stewy.

“Sounded pretty okay for Ken.” Stewy responded as he moved his hand away from your legs and to hold your now phone-free hand. You just nodded and Stewy changed the subject to something else for the rest of your lunch hour which you appreciated.

******

You would say you have a complicated but good relationship with your siblings. While you had the same mother as Kendall, Shiv, and Roman, you and Connor were bonded by your outcast status regarding family affairs. You didn’t agree with a lot of the opinions that left Connor’s mouth but he was still a compassionate older brother to you. You often were iced out together at family gatherings as it was all a business opportunity for your father’s attention.

You were glad that you just had to relay your father’s request to Kendall. Roman was unpredictable and Shiv would’ve assumed that you had sold them out and this was a mind game. An opinion she’d probably make clear to everyone else and in some way to you as well.

There had always been significant sibling rivalry in the Roy household. But Shiv had always seen you as her competition in particular, you two were the only women and she lived in a man’s world always striving to prove herself out of spite and nature. Even now she still believed your kinder nature was an act to disarm. She never hid the looks of distrust in her eyes.

You were now home. You still had your apartment and stayed there occasionally but that was more to save face than anything else. Somewhere along the timeline of your relationship, you’d almost practically moved into Stewy’s apartment. The walk-in wardrobe was equally divided, and your favourite teas were in the kitchen. “It’s closer to your office” had been the justification at the time when he’d been encouraging you to stay over more.

It was surprising that you hadn’t been caught yet with that in mind, part of you would sometimes wonder if your siblings did know but they were saving it but you knew that if they did it would’ve come out to slap you in the face by now.

When you’d first met Stewy what felt like a million years ago you never would’ve expected something like this to happen. Then when this all happened and started a few years ago it was still, very unexpected. But he knew probably better than what anyone else would ever be able to comprehend what it meant to get seriously involved with a Roy, even one not involved in the family business. He and Kendall had an interesting friendship and history, with Stewy having been mostly good to your brother. But Stewy was always good to you.

As you let yourself in you kicked off your shoes lost in your thoughts but you quickly noticed Stewy wasn’t back yet. This wasn’t a surprise though, your job meant you got to work more of a typical 9-5. Something you were grateful for, it seemed like life was just one, endless business meeting and opportunity for everyone involved at Waystar.

You’d made yourself a cup of tea and were now leaning against the bench in the kitchen with it while scrolling on your phone. You had Google alerts set for all of your immediate family and Stewy, surprisingly there didn’t seem to be too much drama online today.

“Ugh, fuck!” Stewy’s voice boomed and you heard a bang.

“Shit, Stewy? Are you okay?” You quickly called out as you made your way over to the apartment's entryway.

“Yeah, just tripped over your shoes again.” Stewy responded with an amused expression as he took his shoes off and moved them along with yours out of the way.

This wasn’t the first time it had happened and Stewy knew it wouldn’t be the last.

“I’m sorry.” You said bashfully as you walked over to hug him, pressing a soft, playful kiss to his lips. “I guess, it’s a good thing you love me.” You kissed him again, teasingly nipping on his bottom lip that was in between yours.

“You’re such a brat baby.” Stewy smirked as his hand wrapped more firmly around your waist and he kissed you back.

“I thought you loved that?” You teased between kisses as each one became more heated and desperate with lust. Despite Stewy often being caught or easily roped into your family drama he was the best distraction, escape and companion from everything.

“I do.” Stewy breathed out as he continued to kiss you and was now kissing your jaw.

“And I love you…” You whimpered out as his lips started to travel down your neck. He now had you pressed against the wall.

“And what is it that you love exactly baby?” Stewy purred out as he nibbled around your pulse point. He was always such a tease.

“I love your hair-” You moaned out as you dug your fingers into his soft, gorgeous curls that were always perfect. “Your voice, eyes, those goddamn turtlenecks, your smile, your colossal vocabulary-”

“Didn’t you say it was farcical the other day?” Stewy said as he stopped kissing you and looked at you.

“Stewy!” You whined out, you couldn’t feel his lips on you any more but you could still feel him against you but it wasn’t enough. You needed him. His gorgeous dark eyes were blown out with lust but he had his signature playful, mischievous smirk painted across his face as he cruelly teased you. “You’re such a tease.”

“I thought you loved that.” He quipped back. You rolled your eyes and took the bait.

“I do, I love how much of a tease you are.” He felt your breath against his neck as you spoke and then pressed a kiss against his neck, breathing him in. He always smelt so good, despite being a bit of a natural peacock it wasn’t showy, it was more subtle but strong enough. You were certain there was sandalwood in his cologne. “I also love how you feel inside of me.” You spoke as your soft lips kissed his handsome jaw, your soft lips a burning contrast against the tickle of his perfectly trimmed beard.

“Someone’s getting laid tonight.” Stewy got out, pressing his hips against you as you continued kissing along his jaw and neck, tugging his now tousled curls.

“That was the plan after all Mr. Hosseini.” You smirked against his neck, feeling him continue to harden against you. He let out a soft, melodic moan as you sucked softly on his neck.

“How does now sound?”

“Perfect.” You left his neck to kiss him on the lips, you moaned against his mouth as his teeth clashed against yours.

One of his hands left your waist to quickly unbutton your pants. Once he’d done that, he quickly slipped a hand in, teasing you as he palmed you and then started to tease your bundle of nerves over your underwear. Your arousal had already started to dampen your underwear and it only grew with his attention. You continued to moan against him, as he gingerly traced a pattern.

“You’re already so wet and I’ve barely touched you.” Stewy teased. “So beautiful and needy.”

Stewy smirked as he felt you press into his hand more, even with the friction of your underwear, you needed more. You wanted him then and there. You kept hungrily kissing him, feeling starved. Stewy snaked a finger under your underwear and rubbed it along your clitoris for a few seconds before dipping it inside of you making you gasp.

“More, please Stewy.” You begged between kisses, panting as he chuckled.

“Such a desperate girl with a needy pussy.” Stewy whispered into your ear as he added a second finger in, he picked up the pace a bit he continued to finger you and his thumb moved to rub over your clitoris a few times. His fingers were covered in your slick and you didn’t have any interest in holding back any of your moans.

You stayed sandwiched between the wall and Stewy, just moving to press your head against his shoulder, the fabric of his blazer muffled some of your moans as he continued to finger you. You looked down and started to undo his belt and pants.

“What do you think you're doing baby?” Stewy asked in a low voice that was just making the space in between your thighs grow into an even bigger pool of dampness, you were melting against him.

“I want you.” You tilted your head up so it was still resting against his shoulder but you were now facing his neck more, you started to kiss his neck again, biting it softly and then licking it. “I want you to fuck me Stewy.”

“Beg.” Stewy breathed out as he let out a little moan as your tongue darted over his pulse point. His fingers were still entering you but not as deep as before and his thumb was painfully slowly, languidly massaging your bundle of nerves.

“Please Stewy. Fuck me, I need to feel you deep inside of me.” You nipped him softly right near his pulse point and revelled in the groan he let out at that. “Please, I’m begging you Stewy. I need you.”

“Tell me exactly what you need.” His thumb cruelly left your clitoris for a moment making you gasp out in shock but he added a third finger inside of you, getting to that soft spot that made you melt and his thumb gently returned to your clitoris after a few seconds.

“I uh, I-I need you. I need you inside of me now Stewy. I need to feel your cock inside of me.” You moaned out. “Nobody has ever and could ever fill me up the way you do. It feels so good, you make me feel so good. Pl-please Stewy. Please.” You mewled out and you couldn’t quite see his face but you knew it would have that beautiful arrogant smirk.

“I’ll fuck you, baby. I just need you to come for me first, you can do that, right? I can tell your desperate little pussy is already so close.” You nodded desperately, he wasn’t wrong. You were close to unravelling, he could tell from your breathing and how you weren’t just flooding his fingers but also clamping around him.

“I’m so close, Stew, fuck.” You moaned out, panting against his neck, it tickled him slightly. You bit your lip and moaned against his neck, he could feel the vibration of it and he loved that, that and the sound of your pleasure. You could feel it coming and gasped into his neck again as you came, Stewy could feel it and smiled as his fingering eased to a slower, gentler pace as you came down from your orgasm.

“How was that?” He smirked as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“It was- it was…” You paused for a moment as your breathing started to settle, your heart was still pounding from that high though. “Good.”

“Good? Only good?” He questioned with a tone of mock hurt.

“Just shut up and fuck me now, please Stew.” You bit his neck, just feeling even more needy for him than you did before.

“I thought you liked my colossal vocabulary and voice?” He teased as he playfully grinded into you “I distinctly remember you saying so a few minutes ago.”

“You’re so mean Stewy.” You giggled softly, gently pulling on the roots of his curls.

“Was that just to get me into your pants?” Stewy paused the grinding, his tone acting as if he was hurt and that the insinuation was possibly true.

“I guess not because that obviously didn’t work very well.” You responded, leaning back against the wall. He raised an eyebrow at you and then looked down at his belt. You rolled your eyes playfully and started to undo his belt, palming him. He was completely hard but you already knew this from when he’d been grinding into you.

“Bedroom baby.” Stewy moaned out as you pulled his hard cock out and rubbed it with one hand.

“You can fuck me here, you’ve done it before.” You pouted and he just chuckled as you kept up with your ministrations.

“You said I was mean, so you’re not getting it here. You can wait the whole ten seconds it takes to walk to the bed. Our bed for me to have my way with you.” Stewy’s voice was low and firm but there was still that natural teasing tone there.

You walked briskly to the bedroom that you two shared and Stewy followed and chuckled over the eagerness of your gait. As soon as you both were in the clean room, you kissed him hungrily again. He smirked and expertly unbuttoned your blouse as you pushed his blazer off. You kicked your pants and underwear off and he quickly followed suit.

Stewy pressed you into the bed and you tugged on the turtleneck he was still wearing to bring him closer to you and then started to push it up off him.

“Do you love my turtleneck baby?” Stewy teased as you did.

“Absolutely love it.” You breathed out with a smirk.

As soon as it was off and thrown to the floor, you were kissing each other again as if you couldn’t survive without the other. You were running your hands over Stewy’s back and up his neck to the luscious locks you loved as he quickly undid your bra. You were both now naked and he continued to kiss you as his hands cupped your chest.

You moaned out as he started to caress you and pinch your nipples. His lips travelled from yours down to your jaw, your throat, he kissed your breasts and teasingly licked along your nipple for a minute as he started to rub your heat with his other hand.

“Please Stewy.” You begged out in a desperate moan as your eyes were closed in pleasure.

“Please, fuck you?” He again teases as he starts to line himself up at your entrance.

“Yes, please that.”

Stewy stopped his teasing and happily obliged after what felt like an eternity of almost edging. He pressed his head into you and you gasped as he did, gently scratching his shoulders as he did. It wasn’t long till he was bottomed out, he waited a few seconds for you to adjust before he started to slowly thrust inside of you, eliciting the most melodic moans he’d ever heard.

“You’re so beautiful and tight, I love being inside of you baby.” Stewy cooed out as his pace quickly picked up a deeper and slightly faster rhythm.

“You feel so good Stewy, so good inside of me.” You mewled out.

Your words were literal music to his ears and it wasn’t long till he was grunting out as his thrusts became deeper and harder.

It was so easy to become lost in Stewy. Especially when he was fucking you like this, having his way with you in the bed you shared. How couldn’t you be lost in him when your eyes were open he was all you could see?

His scent was dizzying as it mixed with the sweat he’d built up from snapping his hips into yours, he was all you could feel, on you and in you, his grunts, words and the filthy sounds you were making together were all you could hear. Stewy was intoxicating, overwhelming, a sensory overload in the most spectacular way.

You were pulling on his hair as you felt him hitting that perfect soft spot deep inside of you. Your bundle of nerves was already sensitive from the teasing and your earlier orgasm and you could feel the warmth of another orgasm building.

Stewy wasn’t clueless about this, he could feel you clenching around him especially as he reached that sensitive spot of yours and you were flooding him in your arousal. Other than the feeling of being buried deep inside of you, Stewy couldn’t think of anything sweeter than the noises of your moan and whimpers and the sounds of the squelches made of him thrusting into you and being met with your juices.

Stewy continued to pound into you, his thrusts were faster and needier, and he was getting close himself. He pressed some sloppy kisses to your neck that warmed your insides up even more with desire and love for him. Stewy’s lips travelled back to yours and you opened your mouth inviting him in as your tongues and teeth passionately attacked each other.

The kiss became deeper and deeper, you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and felt him groan at that against your lips which in turn made you smirk. You two continued to kiss and he started to rub your clitoris with his thumb, you moaned into his mouth at the sweet pressure and slightly writhed under him.

“That feels so good Stew.” You panted out as the kiss broke for a second and you both panted as he continued to thrust into you while rubbing a circular pattern on your bundle of nerves getting closer to their peak.

“You feel so good. I love you.” He panted out between moans, as his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him.

“I love you too.” You moaned out, as your legs tightened slightly around him and you scratched his back. “I’m, so, so, so close.”

“Yeah? I can feel that baby. Oh fuck, I want you to come for me, come on my cock baby.” He encouraged as he continued. Kissing along your pulse point, fully knowing that would drive you closer to your climax.

You moaned out while scratching his back and pulling on his hair as you unravelled from your orgasm. Stewy smirked against your neck and continued to massage your sensitive bundle of nerves and thrust at the same, perfect speed as you chased your orgasm and rode out that high.

“Thank you, baby, that was so good. I want you to come, to fill me up.” You panted out as you placed a hand to cup his cheek as his hips continued to snap back into yours.

“Fuck, I’m pretty close.”

You dug your nails into his back as he felt you clench around him in the most spectacular way as you orgasmed and post that. He began to chase his own high and you knew he was close as his thrusts spread up and the pace was more sporadic than rhythmic.

After a couple more minutes of thrusts, Stewy grunted and kissed you more desperately than he had all day and finally chased his own climax and finished inside of you. Before he pulled out the kiss changed to a gentle, affectionate one and you lightly combed your hands through his hair and then ran them along his face and jaw as he kissed you like that.

Stewy kissed your forehead softly and then pulled out to go towards the ensuite to get a washcloth to clean up the mess you had made together. He was so firm but gentle with you.

After that, he laid in bed again on his back, you were cuddled into his side, with your head on his warm chest feeling almost half asleep.

“What do you think of marriage now?” Stewy asked interrupting the peaceful post-sex silence. There was an air of playfulness but his voice was softer, quieter, almost sleepy.

“Pardon?” You shifted slightly off his chest to get a better look at his face. You were certain you’d heard him correctly but you weren’t sure if maybe you’d fully given into sleep and this was gibberish or a dream.

“We’ve talked about eloping before.”

“Yeah, yes we have but-”

“I wasn’t joking.” Stewy said as he gently held your chin between his index finger and his thumb. His voice was still soft but it was a bit firmer now, more serious than tired or playful. You bit your lip unsure of what to say as he continued to look into your eyes with his beautiful, diluted ones.

“You know what that would entail Stewy. Your career-”

“I do and-”

“Stewy.” You rested your chin on his chest looking at him. He could see that you were tired.

“So you don’t want to marry me right before your brother and Willa? Maybe a day or two after? Get that IUD out, then pop out a few babies. I’ll even be super fucking generous and get a vasectomy.” His tone was more teasing now and you had a feeling the humour wasn’t completely genuine but partially a cover-up of possible hurt.

“Sweetie, I love you. Can we talk about this tomorrow? Maybe not talk about this ‘post-coitus’.” You offered him a small smile and combed your fingers through his hair, admiring the dark locks and the stunning strands of silver.

“Yes ma’am.” Stewy nodded and kissed your forehead. You settled back into his chest and it wasn’t long until you had dozed off in his arms and on the comfortable pillow of his chest with the reassuring sound of his heartbeat.

********

You’d been the only one of your siblings to stay for Connor’s wedding. Weddings were just business opportunities in the world of the Roys, grief couldn’t exist with the market and leadership decisions. You didn’t like how the wedding or death side of that traumatic day went down or how it was handled but unexpected deaths weren’t meant to be convenient or follow logic.

You were now in your deceased father’s penthouse at his wake, having spent most of the morning hiding in a corner from as many eyes as possible. You’d really only spoken to Connor and Willa, your other siblings were in a sitting room being as business-focused as possible.

It had been a little while into the Wake and you were with your siblings when Stewy and the Furnesses came in. Connor and Willa had been the easiest to talk to which wasn’t really anything new. Kendall and you occasionally made little remarks to each other and even you and Shiv exchanged some looks over other people’s comments or well, audacity.

You took Stewy’s handsome face in, he looked well-rested and fresh-eyed despite the fact that he’d been up most of the night with grieving you. He was handsomely dressed and groomed as always. You wanted to be held by him again, to leave and be curled up in a ball with him. Normally you two acted amicably when your paths crossed in the Roy world and public like this. But you were too depressed and exhausted for the usual furtive nature.

He’d hugged and given his condolences to your sister Shiv and then she’d moved on to Sandi. You looked at Stewy and gave him a small smile, he went to give you a hug and a faux kiss on the cheek as he did for Shiv but you needed more than that, you needed him. You genuinely hugged him and pressed your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat, a firm, undeniable reminder that he was there was always comforting. You didn’t care that your siblings were nearby, it wasn’t an indecent act.

Stewy couldn’t and wouldn’t say no to affection from you ever, let alone in your state in this context. He reciprocated the genuine hug and you held onto him for maybe a few seconds longer than you should’ve if you wanted to avoid the suspicion of your siblings.

You pulled away despite never wanting to do and tilted your head to see that he was looking at you warmly, sympathy written all over his eyes. His hands had moved to softly rest on the sides of your arm, the touch was comforting but could easily be perceived and argued as platonic to an onlooker. He had a small, genuine smile on his face as he looked at you.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Hey.” You responded back quietly. You wanted to kiss him, you were almost tempted to and then Kendall was quickly whisking Stewy away.

You went back to your corner and eventually, you were joined by Kendall and Roman. You saw that Stewy was making his rounds of small talk and his eyes occasionally wandering, searching for you to see where you were and how you were doing.

“Have you thought about psychoanalysing yourself?”

“What?” You questioned exhaustedly as your mind was pulled away from stealing glances at Stewy by Roman’s words.

“That was a bit too touchy with Ken-doll’s boyfriend.” Roman retorted. “I didn’t realise jumping on your brother’s BFF was one of the five stages of grief.”

“Excuse me?” You now glared at him.

“Oh, I guess it must be a new one they added in. Are you gonna get a model named after yourself? Or are you saving the Roy model for something more fucked up?”

“I’m not doing this Roman.” You sighed in exasperation and walked off to find a glass of wine but were quickly disturbed again.

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t actually know about you two,” Kendall smirked as he whispered to you.

“What the fuck Ken?” You jumped at the fright from Kendall, you were grateful that you were still empty-handed or else you’d have stained your outfit if not all of your surroundings from your brotherly jumpscare. Your reaction just made Kendall’s smirk grow. “You knew? But Stewy never told you.”

“He didn’t. I figured out a while ago that you two were uh…” He dramatically paused for a moment as if he was thinking of the right word with a teasing smirk. “Copulating.”

“Ken!” You elbowed him softly to try and get him to quieten down. “Why did you never say anything?” You quietly questioned.

“Well, it was pretty fucking weird at first. He’s not the worst Harvard finance bro out there.” Kendall said with a playful expression. “He keeps you happy-adjacent right?”

“Yeah, he does. Thank you.” You gave Kendall a tight-lipped but grateful smile.

“You know, you don’t have to hide it anymore right?”

You looked up at Kendall, questioning him with your eyes. You and Stewy’s relationship was complicated and you’d say it was pretty healthy despite the furtive nature, it had been that way for everyone’s personal and professional sake. Kendall’s smirk started to slowly slip as he took in your expression.

“He’s dead.” Kendall spoke softly as you stared into each other’s eyes, he placed his hand on your arm as his face grew more serious. You eyed Kendall trying to find the right words. Sure your father had been part of it but it was a complicated situation with many pieces.

“I could live with dad icing me out, cutting that relationship. I made peace with what that is a while ago. But-but, it’s when Roman, Shiv, and you. That’s what really hurts.”

“That’ll be all that Roman says and well Shiv, she’ll only say anything about it behind your back.”

“So comforting and reassuring.” You dryly said.

“I’ll send you the invoice for Kendall Roy’s Therapy.” He teased and you both chuckled dryly at that.

There wasn’t much else to say to that and you knew Kendall wasn’t ready to talk about the bigger problems yet so you gave your brother a tight hug that he quickly reciprocated. You stayed in each other’s arms for a few moments, it was healing and reassuring in a way.

You then left to sit on a miraculously empty couch as Kendall went off to talk to Roman and Shiv again about company matters you didn’t want to hear about and that they wouldn’t want to discuss in front of you or Connor anyway. As you sat there, Stewy caught your eyes again and this time he finally came over. He sat next to you on the sofa but left a reasonable, person-sized gap between the two of you.

“Kendall knows, you know.” You quietly state looking at him tiredly, the events of the last 24 hours and your lack of sleep were quickly catching up with you.

“Well, I’m in private equity not acting baby.” You scoff at that and smile, sinking a little further into the sofa.

“Perspicuously not in comedy either, babe.” You say with a smile that grows. You tilt your head to look at his expression, his big beautiful eyes are watching you and there’s the cocky smile plastered on his face that you’re in love with.

“I’ve learnt it’s best to save the wit for the Roys.” He shoots back with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

Stewy’s here and he’s being cheeky for your sake. You love that about him, his tongue isn’t biting like your siblings but his humour is a way of showing up.

“Do you want to go on the balcony for a minute?” You questioned. “I want some fresh air.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He leaned his hand over that empty space of safety between you two to squeeze your hand for a second before you got up and he then followed you.

He leant against the railing and watched you once you were both out on the much more, pleasantly quiet balcony.

You laid your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around him, listening to his heart calmly beat as he pressed his chin against the top of your head and exhaled. Stewy’s thumb was tracing reassuring patterns on your arm. He hummed softly for a moment and you could feel the vibration of it on the top of your skull.

You and Stewy both knew this was a sure way to be caught but neither of you cared in this moment and didn’t care about any of the consequences. They were manageable, they felt minor now and realistically they were. This would shift the family dynamic and having furtive hands with your lover always seemed to you to be in the best interests of Stewy’s career and the dramas between him, Kendall and Waystar.

You were pretty okay with being out in the open with Stewy and he felt the same way. As the relationship went on, he wanted that more and more. His post-coitus conversation was serious and not a post-orgasm thought.

“You were serious about eloping before Connor’s wedding weren’t you?”

“Probably poor taste to say it right now but yes baby, dead serious.”

You laughed at that and he felt it vibrate against him and it made him smile. He just wanted to bring you a bit of comfort and joy on an awful day like today.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea.”

“Are you saying you want to get eloped?”

“Well, I was thinking of leaking the story to ATN that Stewy Hosseini is so whipped by the Roys that he gets a vasectomy for one and not the one they’d expect.” You teased, laughing a bit more and he laughed as well.

“Well, as much as I think we could find you something short to wear as an elopement dress, maybe something fun and scandalous like Sharon Tate’s since you like those old flicks. I don’t think we should leave your dad’s wake to go off and elope, might be the cultural upbringing differences but seems a little rude to me.” Stewy teased, you laughed and kissed him on the lips softly for a moment.

“How does tomorrow sound?”

“For an elopement?” “Yeah.”

“Perfect.”

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